Smoke words every day.

A Hundred Million Years before ⁣There was no Love, no Name ⁣Until a Plant released its Pollen ⁣And the First Flower came ⁣Love was not found. Love was invented ⁣By something that could not speak ⁣A wordless want between two Beings ⁣A Wind, a Bloom, a Scene⁣⁣Whenever I behold her face⁣The Bougainvillaea stirs in my…