Come, be my lover in the garden, dear --
And let sophisticated orchids leer,
and let the virgin violets shield their eyes
And let sunflowers toss their manes and roar
Indifference. Barbaric dragonflies
Mate cartwheeling in flight; the slugs adore
Each other in a dangling embrace.
Let’s not speak of the butterflies, who face
Apart, but otherwise let’s be like low
And crawling things. So, apple blossom-fed
And honeysuckle-drunk, we will forego
Formalities. Among dead leaves, we’ll shed
Our rattling skins. The fingers of the grass
Will tattoo secret music on our backs.