I want my flowers curving,
their petals embracing space
in all its magnetism, quantum fluxes
and multiple dimensions.
I want lascivious sensual magnetic
lines and lemniscate sepals.
I desire splendor.
Let petal edges fractal,
curving to infinitesimal details.
Let the electromagnetic spectrum stand aside
in awe, muted before the frequencies
radiating as my colors.
Flowers are the creative universe recreating
joy in infinite non-repeating variation -
(relatively speaking) -
so give me flowers where I can nestle
deep between stamen and stigma
asleep on the labellum
until I slip light shifted,