I envy the flower of life.
Where bodies and souls become one.
A stem of youth radiates the sour taste of masculinity
And the pulsing touch of femininity.
The burnt orange *** organs
Collide into a bombshell mandrake in full bloom.
His stamen jitters as,
Her petals caress the roots in lullabies.
This is
an explosion of life that meets
at the sacred sun.
Universals become one, at the bottom of their flower.
Her womb is coated in leaves.
They are burning bodies birthing
More flowers that will shed
This addictive energy.
Fiery sparks crackle at the pistil of the bombshell
Planted where the sun shines day and night
The lovers tend to the mandrake.
The flower of life baptized in infinite rebirth.