Morning Flower

Savoring nature... quietly before first light,
I sat silently transfixed by the beauty of life.
As fading moonlight shined though gossamer haze,
a single flower immodestly exposed itself –
flanked both left and right by the gentle arcs
of strong limbs rooted in the soft fertile bed
just inches below this moist morning bud.
Two limbs akimbo created a striking frame

for the gorgeous orchid staring back at me.
Transfixed was I by its open – yet not – splendor.
This floral wonder had a tight center like

a firmly clinched eye, draped by soft petals
wrapping the concave bud like gaudy lids,
with a sepal hood hiding her pollen node.
I gazed for minutes on its impossibly earthy 

eye shadow – salmon pink to a raw sienna –
inner-to-outer petals in a perfect gradation.

So gorgeous was this flower that I stared
impolitely, patiently waiting for the unknown.
Would it open if it were softly caressed by
the light now passing between arched limbs?
As if on cue, heat trapped in forest bed below
prompted limbs to part, and flower to open…
(ever-so-slightly) to welcome a cooling breeze.
The dew collected from our humid night,
now released – freed to form a single droplet
posed ready to fall onto the fertile bed.
So beautiful was this glistening bead of life
that I could view it motionless no longer.
I leaned down as if to smell the bouquet,
but, instead, I licked this tiny drop of nectar
softly from the parted vagina of my love.