White Iris by Georgia O'Keeffe




and
I live in her mouth
(from
where
her
words
come)

and when her mouth
and face speak
I watch the most
beautiful ballet

unfolding the whispering orchid of my heart
(whispering these words in infinity and heaven
and in any and every corner of the earth where she is or isn't)
from
her hand
(a holy place)
these words are the invisible stone
cathedral to surround her
and
in truth
this is eden

the eden of her being.

I am born in her.

in her garden of voices.
and we live as one in ourselves.

Eric Docherty


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