- Erotic Poetry
- Lilac Sex
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Once, on the banks of a river,
I plucked a flower and
placed it in your hair.
You called me gay.
But in your smile, your lips
betrayed the words they had formed
and I knew you were happy.
Now, all flowers smell like you.
Sometimes I will pause a walk
to sample the smell of some
floral specimen-
just so I can submerge myself
in my memory's smell
of you.
You.
You with your petals open
Your stigma exposed.
You smile at me with pain and pleasure
as I pluck your stalk
and take you home
to taste your nectar
droplets sliding down
my chin.
After we have bloomed,
the smell of our sticky pollen
sinks into my skin
and stays
for hours, even days,
so at some later moment of despair,
when I cradle my head
in my hands:
I smell flowers on my flesh.
I smell you
at your most organic
rising from the soil
to smile up at me.
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