My feet carry me on wings of milkweed through
the soft brush of leaves
Where sunflowers of yellow and red fan their
petals like turntables of summer rhythms
Their faces kiss my thighs, meet me eye to
eye, and bow in a grand display
Pollen of a violigo dusts my skin in scents
of sunlight and bee’s breath
Under an ocean of skylight reflecting an
essence of night
That distorts the hours welcoming
swallowtails and cabbage moths to float amid the stars in dance
And earth craters like the moon in full laughter
E.A. O'Connell
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