Strip me down naked
as consequence to converse
with your raw tomato.

Flowers in the dark,
tall, painted stalks of lumbering white
—Pineapple (mild).

Heart once filled all pink
as sham rocks chipped at
rosy-red bee-anaphylactic spots.

Icy car until dawn arises
captivating
opaque irises reflected in mine:
a chameleon blue.

You are not alone,
ever;
if not me,
others.