I exhale breath into the open flower

I exhale breath into the open flower
that she is. The thick maroon veils seclude
us from the public, her wide hip is nude
in the moonlight as she beings to lower

her body in the bed. The thunder-shower
outside the window, music beings to intrude
on the soft mattress. Lightning throws its rude
blue light across her collar, I move slower

inside her and her sighs articulate melodies
in a French nonsense. I smell beneath the floral
dress her warm body, observe the prosody

of her motion. I begin to part the petals
with my nose and tongue, the flower's body
discloses a soft and voluptuous oval.