The pride of the pubic shrubs, Deep in the forest of her skin Whose beauty defies the drizzles of admiration Wild... Untouched... Has the sun kissed enough of your petals? Have the sweet wordings of florists beaten your slender poise with flattery? Has the eager eyes eaten enough of your suppleness? Before the unwelcomed beak, flying on eros' eager wings thrusts repeatedly into your world Those petals, facing east & west, while this premature pollen juice kisses mother earth in drops...