Her Poem Knows No Name

Pale skin light
and the soft red blush
of her hair
feign as the piston and petals
of an ordinary flower

Her flower knows no botany;

beyond color and smell
and beyond the reach
of other bumblebees

For their sake;
otherwise their honey would forever seem
bitter

Her flower
knows no poetry;
sitting beyond the reach of my metaphors
so I humbly say:
I
love
you
and really do--

The lioness has no mane except in the eyes of her lion.