She had seven names, though which one she answered to depended entirely upon her mood…
An enchanted kiss of blood-red berries and scarlet plums with beguiling French vanilla praline, rose musk, spicy carnation, gardenias, and sensual amber.
"Upon her lips, a secret lies
A ruby's hue, a lustrous guise.
Whispered words, she never spoke,
Yet, her scarlet lips never broke.
What mysteries lay behind that smile?
A thousand stories that beguile.
Her silent lips, a poet's dream,
A canvas where fantasies gleam."
- Emily Dickenson
Art: Before a Mirror, Fernand Vácha
She had seven names, though which one she answered to depended entirely upon her mood…
An enchanted kiss of blood-red berries and scarlet plums with beguiling French vanilla praline, rose musk, spicy carnation, gardenias, and sensual amber.
"Upon her lips, a secret lies
A ruby's hue, a lustrous guise.
Whispered words, she never spoke,
Yet, her scarlet lips never broke.
What mysteries lay behind that smile?
A thousand stories that beguile.
Her silent lips, a poet's dream,
A canvas where fantasies gleam."
- Emily Dickenson
Art: Before a Mirror, Fernand Vácha