Purple Iris, can you tell us why,
upside down, you open to the sky,
spread your legs to dazzle passers-by
with your velvet petals butterflies
see from far and flutter near to reach,
settling on your hedonist beach
where your stamen rises in the air,
pollen-soaked and seeping, anthers bare,
heady nectar rousing appetites
on the strangers’ tongues that taste, excite
your pistil, make your stigma moist and sticky
as some Bumblebob gives you a quickie?
Iris puts it out there, unafraid
of her purple passion to get laid.
reminds me of an Eileen Myles poem, something about a “honey bear.”
Seduction, flower style! Luscious poem!
Flowers are seductive.