To Be Flowers

Hang on this is going to be fun,

"Wait!"

Did you do the dishes?

It's sunshiny outside.

But it's cold too.

Warm me.

Warm me with your thighs

Your eyes and your kiss

The bouquet of flowers

It's still beautiful too

Like your moist lips

Six-day-old flowers!

They're not fresh cut anymore

Some pedals are wilting

But only a little.

They're still flowers.

They need more water.

Whatever made them burst forth

then bloom

then lilt a little

It's still there.

They're still flowers.

We're flowers too,

Leaning, reaching toward light.

Still vibrant,

Colourful flowers.

We too need to have our water

Changed more often

"Where is the dish scrubber?"

Kissing the nape of my neck

will not find it.

But it doesn't matter sweet petunia

You are the lotus blossom

In my life.