Eighty-eight Flowers

 

 

Icy blond -

A memory

 

A second of time when the air was lilac

While daisies bloomed

Right into my face

And my eyes rolled back

And my lungs collapsed

 

Tell me tales you've learned

My moonshine blond

In the afternoon of white-hot dandelions

 

In your acres of poppies

Waist deep

For heavy-lidded eyes

 

My arms were over my head

When I collapsed

And my legs fell open

And we ate each other whole

 

In the summer

of Orchids

Effeminately full