Lost Pride

The pride of the pubic shrubs,
Deep in the forest of her skin
Whose beauty defies the drizzles of admiration

Wild...
Untouched...

Has the sun kissed enough of your petals?
Have the sweet wordings of florists beaten your slender poise with flattery?
Has the eager eyes eaten enough of your suppleness?
Before the unwelcomed beak,
flying on eros' eager wings thrusts repeatedly into your world

Those petals,
facing east & west, while this premature pollen juice kisses mother earth in drops...