Sex, Flowers, and the Erosion of Sanity
"A mirror."
Zephyr whispersa storm of symbolsand an overture of falling leavesdances through her,going to groundlike scattering thieves.Condensation on her lipssweet as ambrosiafrom acorn caps and orange blossoms,kissed by aromatic absinthe.It is the nectar of this existencewhose flower isdesire.Cloaked by mist,resting in...







