There is a scent to love
a tale-tale scent.
A blend of sweet and sour
the rush and sweat, mostly sweat
and sticky, sweet and sticky if it was good
just sticky if not.
Out of the darkness
in their magnificent beauty
the purveyor of purity
reminding me of the sweet and sticky.
Only a hint of the tale-tale scent
only the discerning would know.
Nearly perfect, efflorescing!
Each flower transcending green to lime to pink
tips trimmed in deep vulva fuchsia
descending into white shadows.
Spathed, the spadix erect
poking its yellow snout out of, or into
depending on your viewpoint.
there are dozens of lilies
Looking deeply inside
reminding me of mother earth in all of her splendor
sticky and sweet.