flours

[amerex]

dew; petals cloak
two eyes that poke
holes up in mine
and burrow deep
into the seat
of flames that lick
the walls that drip
with bile sweet
on you - i'll sleep
on you, like vine
i'll creep. stay woke
i do not joke
on you, you do
resist this yoke
i get your goat
that much i get
but realize, too:
this soil is wet
your roots have yet
to test it well;
to even lay
out ground to swell
may after may
under the shade
that's cast in place
for basking by
your sunflower face.