Tiger me ambitious
and speckle me with your spots.
Trumpet-lipped, the petals curl,
open, acrobatic, folding back.
Flowers on Blue.
Lapis lazuli, the skin of god,
blesses pigments like ultramarine,
And my capacity for orange
is three-dimensional –
The stems so extravagant, thirsty,
Give amplitude to pollen,
the stain my lily blush.