from passions full and writhing
is born a mostly fragile flower

    (a whole garden of them)

they sprout and bud
in your light lady

(and in your
soil sweating
i'll plant their
seeds)

i'll
push them
1x1(thrusting)
down into you deeply
and from your ivory throat
there will come a Spring
ing sharp growl
(and it will
be a
rose)