Love flowers.
Let those of us who cede, ravish its deep interior; lay with the ground; spend our hard shell of desire; invaginate the dank, bacterial swell; intercourse with hyphae sporiferous in rot; hear roots shriek with pleasure as they copulate in the musky putrescence; touch the fetal absence as waste seeds to wild emptiness; taste decay's ejaculate in the voids of dark that germinate; see starvation of light as cause for ecstasy; this vanishing the frenzy of suns; their "holes" of after-life an embryo's appetite; this excessive yielding the contamination of increase; this fatal paradise, how Love is able to rise.
Verbascum blattaria
