No More Orchids

No more orchids

No more I love yous

No more exotic sorrow

Seafoam green 

And turquoise blueish plum

No more roses

I tire of them

No more rich gratitude

No more broke politeness

No more certainty 

No more divine style over substance

No more poems from me

There is nothing I keep secret

There is nothing I regret

There are no more orchids

There are no more words from me