Flowers that blossom at night:
those who open in the dark,
those who open to the dark.
I sit in my rum-bottomed boat,
thinking about the turns
& branches of my life.
No: my boat is dry-docked.
Let's be honest:
it's just a lonely bed, no oars.
But I am open, at last:
I am ready for someone
to come and turn their key
in this reddened lock.
Behind this door are rewards.
Behind this door I am waiting.
But let's be still more honest:
no one is racing down the hall
with a key in hand to try their luck.
I am a night-blooming cereus:
open in the dark, scented,
waiting for something in the black
to land and spread pollen.
I will breathe it - I will inhale
the sweetness, the gesture...
Feb 6, 2023
Feb 6, 2023 at 9:50 PM UTC
Flowers that blossom at night:
those who open in the dark,
those who open to the dark.
I sit in my rum-bottomed boat,
thinking about the turns
& branches of my life.
No: my boat is dry-docked.
Let's be honest:
it's just a lonely bed, no oars.
But I am open, at last:
I am ready for someone
to come and turn their key
in this reddened lock.
Behind this door are rewards.
Behind this door I am waiting.
But let's be still more honest:
no one is racing down the hall
with a key in hand to try their luck.
I am a night-blooming cereus:
open in the dark, scented,
waiting for something in the black
to land and spread pollen.
I will breathe it - I will inhale
the sweetness, the gesture...
