lily
In the heart of winter, white lilies are exploding quietly in my rough-walled room. Anthers thick with pollen hang heavily around an erect glistening stigma, like lusty vulvas, scattering their russet dust everywhere. The sexes are reversed in this case, the stigma being the female part rising from the bulb of the womb. The petals and sepals peel back like inside-out labia, thrusting their sex shamelessly into the world.
Even just looking at them, I feel myself spreading open; and the scent, rich and heady and sensuous.
Oh, lily of the winter morning, lily of the winter warming.
Pontycymer, Cwm Garw, South Wales
2nd February 2014