Full, flamboyant, forward flower;
Peels from velvet and unrolls –
Spills the sheath’s sides
And lazily casts the petals wide.

Naked branches, trimmed and bare;
Fake-coy fingertips pinch the air.

Flush;
From bridal ivory to scarlet satin,
Silky soft sheets knotted at the pinkest core;
Where the action is.

Cold still for roses, upright tulips,
Silent midnight scent hints of warming nights.
Without you there would be no heat.