Peonies

This year I need you more than you need me

Cut for bloggers, smashed upon your sisters in buckets, my orphans

I wave my cash at the flower farmers and adopt you, bulbous babes

Displaced delicacies, you are my children, my saviors, my paramours, the treasures to which I awake each morning as I anticipate your nascent opening

Your naked thrush-poms, sweet scent of love-nectar and the sublime momentary burst of blossom

I cannot make you close enough

I eat and smother you and yet I cannot make you too near

I long to thrust you into that space in my heart where lovers once ravaged

To sow you into that hole

That I might learn to know my love as holy

wholly

my own

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