Dedicated to gri and other my friends who asked and inspired me to write
And sorry for mistakes – it’s my first on English
Music: K. Nikolsky ‘Musician’
Mara ‘Somewhere my love is..’
A day of life
…thinkin about Oscar Wilde ‘The Nightingale and The Rose'
There are two flowerbeds near the entrance of house. House was…It doesn’t metter…House WAS…Don’t care – you can imagine anything you wont…Old with ivy or new-age one…
There are two kinds of flowers hostess always picks and set up on the table. Always two..
Daisy and Rose.
She doesn’t care odd-even number…She needs exactly two…Daisy and Rose…
In ordinary green-glass vase.
Sometimes she sits and looks on flowers. No one ever asks her why so…why two? Why green-glass? Why at the dawn...And new pair every dawn … It all doesn’t metter..
It’s only Daisy and Rose.
Posh and proud black Rose... with long sharp thorns…End tiny wild Daisy with little white head and bright-yellow center.
She always set vise and wrap thin Daisy around thicker Rose body. Sometimes she sits and looks on flowers. She imagine how flowers caress each other like…she sigh…
Long narrow Daisy leaves on almost round Rose’s… cover her…yes HER.. thorns. She remember light…white meadow…Why white? It was warm and fresh…But she remember WHITE…And their green robes thrown around…they laughing… embracing and kissing…light kisses – it’s just a game…Girlish play…
…She stood up and lifted Daisy’s head. It’s just several hours passed…She’s dieing…Why? She so fresh…
That is right - yellow Daisy lips on almost black Rose check…They are kissing…thin Daisy leaves lowering on dark Rose body…Giving very light touches on thorns. White head on grin neck.
Yes…it was that exactly…Fresh grace on skin and berries juice test on lips. She kissed Pose’s neck (and licked raspberries’ juice from)…And lower…to Rose’s collarbone…to breasts and tender nipples…yes… test of raspberry. When did it stop to be a game? Daisy pause and chuckled – they left home in same grin robes on naked bodies. She lifted her head and looked into dark Rose’s eyes. So bottomless…She slow lowered head and lightly bitted Rose’s belly button…trembling and deep sigh…Daisy smiles…She likes this reaction…Down…
…She sigh…And strolled Rose body with finger. Push on thorn…little drop of blood bloomed on. She smile. Test of her own blood remind Rose’s test.
Rose’s rose – red when she become aroused. And so tender…Delicious
Rose’s skin always so smooth and silky… Daisy like it…She run over Rose’s belly with her tongue…Rose moaned and pull her up. Their lips met. I was like a burst. Rose’s hands everywhere – over breasts, back, buttocks and fingers inside…
…Now she laying on looking to the sky. Rose smiling and licking wetness from fingers. Slowly lowering her head and kiss her THERE…yes…fingers and tongue inside and hands on breasts…
…They groaning together…Daisy blow up from inside…Open her eyes and see Rose’s smile and kissing again…
…She find herself sitting and looking on flowers…She realized rosy sunset and wilt flowers…
…They loved each other and laid calmly. Daisy as always held her hand between Rose’s legs and stroke lightly…Sun set and colors faded.
…Sun set…She rose up and took flowers from empty vase (she never fill it with water)…Dead flowers…
Empty yard…And grave…That is it she see when looks in the window…She left flowers on grave and headed to entrance…Stepped into inside and closed the door.
With no turning she knew what she left behind – embraced dead flowers on grave of dead beloved…
...In bright moon light flowers become alive. Light wind blowing…touching their leaves…Seems flowers caressing each other…