An ode to spring, of sorts.

May 6, 2007

A Seedy Kama Sutra

The randy dandelion
Shocking purple to a bee
Male, female parts entwining
Sire veiled virgins on the wing.

Its receptacle is naked
Abrupt, slender to the apex
Around its bloom stand scales erect
While copious white bristles it does eject.

Its thickened taproot stretches deep
hairy, thirsty in dirt it creeps,
and will itself reproduce, should
its piss-a-bed be executed.

Oh globular white feather head
a summer zephyr will blow you
and bitter juice you dribble, when
fingers chain your pedicles.

© Alison Dyer 2003

Away at the Cove this weekend. Weather is preposterous. Little word of spring. Perhaps around a corner - if you see it send it this way. Via a shortcut.