my flower chest

A flower stalk springs gingerly from

cracks inside my chest.

Squeezed forth with every breath by lungs

contracting pleadingly against a beating heart.

Exotic fruit with fleshy leaves and hungry petals

hurrying to unfold.

Propelled by breath, skin, thrust.

Carnivorous.

A thousand yellow butterflies to pollinate its need,

It hangs on the abyss of dew drops populating flesh.

06/03/2011