Curl me not, towards warmth or affection
rather comfort me with cold and hard facts.
I can feel pretense building up brick walls,
as though petals of orchid afore its bloom.
“Every moment that passes, we breathe in
veracity; let us make it worthwhile.”
Photo Credits: Pixabay
Posted for Quadrille 23 @ dVerse Pub
& on Sunday Standard @ Lunch Break
also on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads