Pollination

there’s statues and smiles, winking eyes and freckles

all painted within lenses, until flowers wave

their whoreish petals; a lady for sale showing her wares

leaning out her window, blossoming bosoms

pressed against the sill spilling out of the

peach pink silk

 

 

“Oh Loooverboy.”

 

 

sending pollen scented letters out the window

with a toss of their manicured petals.

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