Orchids, he brought her

Lined up, like fairies in white
the orchids dangle;
exotic and erotic on the bench beside her

half left asleep,
half naked from the core under the orchids
are shy to speak of their origin

she, turns a blind eye to the sources
for she knew orchids, mistakenly
for death

when white is caressed
a color devoid of all others to reflect a finality
an end, of all good things as they do

come crawling on her skin
a sensation of some love
like  a mothers, safe

like a lover, passionate
he had brought her orchids
to thank her for accepting to walk with him
for life when he can barely stand up.