The orchid cannot bloom without my care.
My tongue must lavish love upon the leaves.
This night seeks ministrations and achieves
The transcendental moment, tangled hair,
Her head upon the pillow, side to side,
The garden tended in her waking sleep.
I root, unthinking, gasping, furrow deep,
A mission to unfurl, blossom the bride.
Wet colors burst, the opened flower red,
Ascendent, our united stars in thrall,
Now lubricated, whispered, shouted call,
"Common, so new, exotics in the shed."
No poem serves: absurdly gilded worth.
I kiss the bud, and kiss and drink her earth.
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