Petal Push for Please by Cindy Carlson

Flower my neck storm day sunshine

but do it kind, do it love, or if not

love, do it chrysanthemum

or squeezed neat beds of tulip heads,

Saturday morning skin, instead

of this almost scream turn blossom

hold, where your elbow dug

and pushed down dirt, then rosed again

against my throat, kissless bright

but not so pleasely, do it daffodil

sun slip, instead of this whole pink

swallow, pressed stem bending

velvet breathful, magnolia tongue fall,

all over the yard.

by Cindy Carlson

published in Shampoo 33

photo by tatomato via flickr