The rose and the gardener

by Christos Polydorou

img_20160706_150910.jpgIn relationships one is the gardener and the other is the rose. The one gets tending, and the other gets tending to. But surely this is a recipe for disaster? Why can’t we alternate roles? I love this idea, of being you, for a day, and you me. I can wear dresses, and you can stick flowers in my beard. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Why be either, or neither, when you can be both?