The Flower king
Scent,
seducing.
So sweet is He.
His pink skin calling unto me.
And then I was one with Him,
when the Garden was growing
on my wrists,
and my veins burning
In purest fire.
When I laid back in the bed
of Hyacinths and dandelions.
My hands were His,
and He touched myself
with blessed and soft fingers.
Possessed in ecstasy so high,
to bring forth
the brightest starlight.
