Some Flowers

fur petals, pith on palm boy-soft skin smeared with starry gel hot pink feather-tongued starfish masturbating Look here occult unzippered handshake lanolined oh that tarantula crawling for baby-skin ear’s downy listening next to innocence a blood-turgid tongue arches to creme lips pursed fuschia one licking salt & cocaine Thursday- binger then the inevitable sexual elegy’s purple moan weeps bareback Eros-in-the-saddle tigrish       hunger delicately bruised          satisfaction are these only flowers?         spreading desire         or a disease      called efflorescence                gothteen-pierced-uncut                        boygirl     licking starpoint tears                                     off labia                 world we believe                               because                                             it weeps open