POEM FOR JULY

Flowers eat don’t they?

I’ve seen their teeth…briefly.

That’s the sign of a carnivore, isn’t it.

I mean do herbivores have sharp teeth?

Flowers don’t eat just anything, they are like the warriors way back when who ate the heart of their kill.

We don’t want to think about it but it’s true that flowers are the hounds of emotion. They bay at the heart seducing it into submission, waiting for that exact moment when they will consume their quarry and the conqueror can come in.

Vanquished we lie open… hungry for the conquest, offering ourselves to be consumed as petals cover us in ownership.