how inviting you are
deceptive bloom
your visage floating water lily
velvety red cockscomb lies
firm and wanting my scent
you have captured my fascination
in a rose colored bell jar
with an ocean view
so fecund and green
bestowing sweet stench
i watch with a knowing smile
as the many hot house admirers line up
their nipples pressed to the glass
in waiting germination boxes
the weaker plants just can’t help
themselves
i’ve tended to you too long to still be
unaware
of your light and water requirements
it’s the unseen blood meal you truly
have a taste for
you would be happier floating in the
atlantic where things are eaten
thorny seaweed biting suits not my skin
an atheist grown out of convenience
you deny your own root rot
and summon your false gods at will
who will it be this night
may i suggest shiva
who annihilates delusions and false
views
i shall plant your name on a piece of
paper
in a sinkable pot
with a daffodil bulb to handle the
rebuttals
i will burn camphor
until the moon is new
when the evening is longest
my feet will wander to the water
a seashore spell
held in my capable hands
a seashell
a lock of hair
your silver charm
a sprig of rosemary
a flask of wine
papyrus covered with my intentions
cord
a mirror
matches
and forever sealing wax
i will breathe in the salty air
considering a life full of love
kneeling in the tide
make a hole in the sand
for my ingredients and the poorly
chosen flower
dropping them one by one
finally setting fire to the lot
save the flask and the mirror
stepping center within the circle
placing the wine to my lips
my being shall ask the oracle moon mistress
to accept them
in return for her favor
i will take the reflecting glass from my
pocket
and allow the moonlight to find it
where the next ebb and flow will take the all of it
a glimpse of desire cast into ocean
to be found in another time
by a brave
unreachable
depth explorer
i will do this
when the evening is longest