for a change
that smell of irises,
rosy red ribbons
with pastel blue,
that swirl of elation
fluttering up in the cavity
where the heart lies.
am I hallucinating?
is this an illusion?
will this disappear
when I reach out
to touch it, to smell it,
to feel it, to love it?
please don’t go,
we are transient guests
in this flowery field,
but even so,
stay a bit longer, linger
a while, there’s still time yet
before this ends.
so far it’s been great.
let’s keep it that way.
in high definition 
…I don’t know why, but this poem hits home.
Someone’s a druggie. Hallucinations.
u gay
GIANT PENIS.
hello ,
you do not sound like an empiricist to me.
i like the photography, and the writing.
peace and blessings
yasser