I shall color myself, adorn myself, decorate to welcome the possibility of love that I hope may come to me. I am a simple low growing weed. I have simple needs and a simple grace that belies my delicate and complex hopeful heart. I ache to be noticed, to touch, to caress, to soothe and be soothed. My velvet leaves are tinged with rouge to attract my unknown visitors, whether they be butterflies or bees. I am not picky; I shall delight in whomever comes my way. I know that I am not alone in my desire to be one with another, for I see all those surrounding me stretching and arching and bending gracefully in a dance of anticipation designed to catch the eye and heart of their beloved. May love come to you today and give you moments of delight!
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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2 Replies to “Rouge and Lipstick”
Hi. I like the title…. ‘tints’ immediately associates with the unspoken ‘hints’. Jane
Thank you Jane, now I wish I used the word hints! Sometimes I feel that what is between the lines is often heard more clearly that what is contained in the written word. Words dance around the meaning, they act as signposts for our minds to make the connections. What do you think?