The orchid

The orchid.

Sweet temptress, sweet orchid,
Your calyx clusters
'Neath a rich foliage,
Warm and inviting,
Guarding the tenderness
     within.

Tenderness revealed
As you unfold, pink chalice.
Pink, shiny,
Flowing with the richness of your nectar
Hiding deeper within
A glistening jewel
Crowning the mysteries
     of your hidden depths.

A pollenator,
Drawn by your perfume,
Enters gently, treading softly
On the tender flesh.
Probing, drinking the sweetness
Which you give so freely,
     so wantonly.

Trembling inflorescence,
Your sap rises
To engorge your petals,
Your pistil, your jewel,
The centre
     of your being.

You welcome with trepidation
The invasion
As the pollenator enters your hidden,
     your secret parts,
Seeking the darkest depths,
And there bathes your seed
     with its pollen.

You rest,
You fold in on yourself,
Your task fulfilled, your purpose done
Enclosing the precious miracle,
New life within you,
Sweet orchid, sweet temptress.