THE DAFFODILS

for MHS

the daffs are dancing in the gale
daffs are dancing in the gale the
are dancing in the gale the daffs
dancing in the gale the daffs are
in the gale the daffs are dancing
the gale the daffs are dancing in
gale the daffs are dancing in the

TULIPS

These tulips remind me 
of your puckering anus,

flowering,

petals peeling back

to the bee tongue.

We are making honey

in the garden of Gethsemane.

Among the hydrangeas

and clematis,

my suckling mouth brings

pollen to your stamen.

I am your child father

my brother my son

and here I betray you

with my kiss. My fist.