Deadheading Iris
April 08, 2016
The rainbow Goddess
knows no odium
in her swirling
ruby robes
she dances
behind
the curtain folds
keeping close
company
with matriarchs
monarchs
and
madmen
She laughs
cherry pop
hiccups
while her weeping
barren
bearded
Alamanni cousin
is waxed smooth
That bulbed
bulbous bottom
bellows below
Seek my anther
pull back
the slippery sepal
stigmatic lips
fall into my deep
I ask
why would I
want to taste you
to spread you wide open
on the wall for all to see
you force me
to gulp down
sticky white milk
you rue me
to wipe my chin on
the jester's marotte
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