Nymphess

i ate all the bark
off your bark dress,
and spit out the
earth that once
covered you.
the moon was
in good form
as i took the form
of a priest
consecrating
your open peony.
i prayed yr pollen
would drive
the honey
from the hive,
and, thinking
yr rainbow
would never
touch
the ground,
i put a seed
into the universe,
waking
for rain.