"I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire" -Pablo Nerdua

He used to give her carnations for the trace of taste that word used to leave on his tongue. He didn't kiss her even though he wanted to, and she wanted him too, her mouth carnation red.

It is only later, on discovering Latin for flesh is carnatio, he understood the theology of desire is as light as the fire of carnations, and as knotty as her petals waiting to open for love.