I Want What the Flower Petals Have

A flower in blossom is more than an undulation in a dream

The froth in the marble doesn't suspend

As much as it cajoles

Every detail solicits my soul

Even if the pheromones are not for me

I remain famished

I can see the sun through the red poppy petals

I can feel the photosynthesis

Yes I know the divinity of the exchange

Some of the flower pods remain drooped

While others look like sperm swimming into existence

I remain famished

I live in the mix of this cloud with silver linings

My skin is etched with scar tissue

The lightning has done its duty

It was the price of admission for all of this
I want what the flower petals have

I remain famished