Suwannee River FL. & St. Louis MO.

"Bob"

Pontederia cordata leaf; inflorescence is below

 The following pictures were taken in St. Louis' Forest Park and Zoo. Both are beautiful places. 

translate.

pink epithelial tissue
convex, subtly grooved
(and soft, so soft!)
the set of two converge
and reach to meet another’s.

tissues collide, yield, meld
for a few perfect seconds
until the pairs depart,
the custom completed
the message delivered.

neurons fire elsewhere
and translate to english
from the language of smooch
and it reads: “I love you”

flowers & doodles

Wait for the 3 minute mark, it's worth it :)

Passiflora incarnata 

"I love you"

quail

{detail}

Ocala National Forest

Ceratiola ericoides 

(Florida rosemary)

night on the sun.

soft lips sit--

a patient smile
makes them smaller
than those that open wide
to shout some stream of babble…
speaking to fill any awkward silence.
or perhaps they thirst speech to such extents
as to have no honest prerequisites of their partners.

but strong voices cannot be contained for long

and, oh, how I crave your conversation!
fingers and gestures, too, can be nice,
but sign language is no substitute
for those who say ‘I love you’;
a phrase with importance
perhaps only when
imparted betwixt
two pairs of
willing lips

ceiling fan.

listless and dreamy, I lie
and stare up at my fan
spinning endless circles
against a popcorn ceiling sky
a perpetual motion machine

lulling me to daydreams
of your sweet, sweet smile
I close my eyes

so I can get lost
in yours for a while
each pupil; a universe
deep and star-filled
I drink in the memory
of your warm presence,
a lovely potpourri
of kisses and sneeches
oh! can I just say,
I missed you today?

more mush...

we exchanged
and embraced
each of our fears
summoning tears
no reason in midst
behold:
we irrational scientists

but that’s love, I suppose
and, oh, Darwin knows
no reason resides
in ardent romance;
what a blindfolded dance!

so I’ll stick to my plants
and you to your genes
and we’ll leave love
to centrifuge elsewhere
in those subjective machines
we call hearts

and perhaps
they, too, can be smart
but just in case
my dear clock face
I'll tell you anew:
I love you, I love you
I love: you






peace.
-lise.