Blooming

I’ve never seen anything

So spectacular

As a flower blooming

It reminds me

Of all the most

Joyous feelings,

Proudest moments

It looks like

Ecstasy in motion

Yet, somehow

Standing still, even

Immobile. Swaying gently

In a breeze, so

Brightly colored

Flesh stained with appeal

Hoping someone

Will notice them

A flower blooming

Is the overture, the first act

The second and the finale

All trapped in a burst

Of neon cum and

Stamen awnings

I’ve seen Parsifal live, and

A double columbine

Has a better ending

A poppy is not only

Stunning, visually but

Sirens sing when you ingest it

Flowers are superior

To paintings, to sculptures

To memes, to sex, even!

What is sex if not

An imitation of spring season?

Blooming, moistening

Pollination

Leave me alone, now–

There is a particularly frisky

Patch of dandelions

Over near that gas station


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