Orchid

Dusk scarred with shards of the sun
And the scattered light of ice laden clouds
Looks nothing like love on certain nights
when the darkness and calmness and sickness are absolute.

As the orchid spreading its tattooed petals
And stretching its curled anthers towards the sky
Looks nothing like love on certain mornings
when the world and the self feel stale.

As you with your cheap and subtle expressions
Unmistakable scents of cuteness and candy
Look nothing like love on most normal evenings
When the candles burn brightly and the stars shy away.

Yet I hope upon hope and hopeless remain
That on some starry evening when the darkness just creeps
You’ll show me the truth of how love really looks
And tear the sickness and the staleness of doubt to pieces.