Flower Children

Flowers burst forth from her brain.
Petals manifest themselves
at the nape of her moonlight neck
where her hair hangs on celestial worlds.
Orchids peer out from armpits, smooth
and pale like Delft hyacinths and from
her mouth laughter known to no one
but the morning sun as it beats down,
drying the mist at her naked feet.

Flowers burst forth from her brain.
Magnolia blossoms are round as her breasts
and scented to take the breath away
from the flower children beside her.
Trickle of Poseidon out her navel,
run down her wanting belly onto her
poinsettia petal thighs. She dreams
of love and searches for Gaia, oh
Earth Mother, priestess, angel of my youth,
enter my soul, fill me with your light.