" Pandora’s Box
Longing has a language
that is all her own.
The language of skin,
the language of flowers.
I am a body of longing,
a vessel of language.
For you, I am calamity
in a locked box
where the key is still turning.
For you, I am a mistress
in her ivory tower humming.
For you, I am a songbird
preening her feathers.
For you, for you,
I am a bed of roses,
blooming. "

― Lang Leav , Love Looks Pretty on You