The Orchid & the Hornet

She’s a little
Sentimental
When she thinks about the things they say.
In the middle
Of a riddle
Everybody stops to listen.
Do you notice?
Out of focus.
Pick apart your odd, peculiar brain.
She’s a lotus
And he’s a toad that
Sits out with her even when it rains.
They don’t have to say a word.
It’s plain to see.
It floats around them.
It’s written on their looks.
That old, familiar hook of love.
He’s a painter.
A music player.
Quick to tell a story or a joke.
Ever patient
Imagination
Everybody stops to listen.
Roll with changes.
Rearranges
Thoughts to keep ahead of any game.
She’s an orchid
And he’s a hornet.
Sits out with her even when it rains.
They don’t have to say a word.
It’s plain to see.
It floats around them.
It’s written on their looks.
That old, familiar hook of love.