the warmth of the
gulmohars, gardenias

one I’ve played with all my life,
every evening spent
walking, playing, loving
under those trees, the flowers –
paving the paths I walk,
kissing my head gently as they fall

the other I’ve never seen in my life
but felt the colours – white, pink, purple
through what he wrote
I touched the gardenias when he
talked about caring for them
the ones close to him – me and his gardenias

yet both equally bloom, ignite me
just the same : powerful, beautiful.

Featured Image is from here.
//Listening to Vente Pa’ Ca because these two men are gorgeous whose voices can melt butter.

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