Hyacinth Prince.

A kaleidoscope of graphite embellished the pores within his skin marring his expression with a ceaseless Medusans’ grin.

He wore an array of flowers that he would drape upon his figure as if ashamed of the lucid flesh that permeated beneath the flora & fauna..

Skin crafting the air with heralded hormones..
foresting a scented mirage of fervour

This caused me to great him each time with both hands out stretched like a beggar, I would gesture towards his face and enfold it with both hands.

Those damned grand thorns.