over centerfold photos
of hydrangea
in House and Garden
magazine.
I fantasize about fleshy
bulbs beneath the brown
scratchy cover of winter
mulch.
I leer at leggy
sprouts vamping
for a vernal peep show.
I make passes at magnolia buds
whose petals peer
from cleaved green velvet.
I ogle virgin white
dogwood blooms.
I confess...
I am a lecher;
a shameless cad
who will relish
the taste of conquer
that comes with first
reaping.
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