I am a small orange thing

lodged on the couch

searching for meaning to surprise me

for laughter to overcome me

for orgasm to shake me

for life to thrill me to no end

and then I will open up like a dahlia

and perfume the air

with pistils so clean and proper

no one will dare touch them

but the bees and you, my love

with thoughts and care and the salt of you

I too can become a bloom!