—— An instantaneous reaction.  It is

         nothing short of an upcurl of lips 

         usually tied taut & barren of any

         emotion; silence hence speaks

         loudest. Accordingly, it’s rare 

         for Blake Belladonna to 

                                    smile.

       To ghost a palm over the cherished

       surface, she’s always loved the 

       fresh wood scent, & the sharp 

           { bite }

       of russet petals all but perfects

       the mood. The words must wait

       until the night ages, where she 

       can drink her thorough fill of 

       words & knowledge. Blake has

       memorized the scent of rose,  

       yet it never fails to mesmerize.

       A warm embrace

                        from the giver herself.