Peony and Fulfillment
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No man has ever done a thing as lush
As this. The stamens and the pistil of
The peony rave out. The yellows gush
Among the petals like the hottest love
A man can give inside a satin bed
But not as opulent in hue as this,
The velvet pollen waiting to be wed
With ravishment of bee tongues pledging bliss.
No woman ever offered man a splurge
Compared to these soft organs. They are pure
And much more innocent their coral urge
Than scientists might find for human cure.
The shock of pink with yellow rushed inside
….Is deeper than the wishing, gaping bride.