Two red orchids watering each other.

Two red orchids in a messy sweated bed 

and I lying in the ground just for you 

to come around again. 

Sometimes my name bounces from wall to wall

in your room, just as if you could invoke me. 

And under my mattress are resting all my other orchids

willing to lie with you another night, perhaps. 

We are women sharing the secrets of their own skin,

but it doesn’t matter the room 

as long as we keep watering each other,

even in our dreams. 

Maybe if we keep ourselves away from the world

we won’t fade in the winter of human race

and our petals will be passion red,

not blood red, instead. 

We can’t be erased in our private spring,

so please keep watering me 

in a mattress where we never leave. 

Still, we will continue being 

two red orchids that keep watering each other

in a world full of hate for red and flowers.