Nature's
voluptuous courtesan,
scented
like opium wine,
reclines
in silken, pink&white
kimono
on a leafy chaise
the shade
of too-ripe limes
and beckons breathily
to some kind stranger
"Pluck me
before my heady beauty withers
and worship me
with Pagan rites.
My untimely death
arrives no sooner
in the circle of your arms
than if I languish here
upon the vine."