Eating the Garnish

A lotus opens her door
breathing in street light

Calling to colour, Brighten
my blossom!

Pale crimson takes flight
from her lips

To carpet her fleet thighs
darting the Red Sea.

On her wedding night,
tongues devour the moan

From a grave cradled in sighs,
Brighten my blossom!

The lotus cries under feet
trampling worn-out lovers

Melting to perfume
all but her true one

Weeping nightstand truths
onto each other in nude light.