Prickly Reception

Sun spurge

The whole house breathes the island's cacti in two suites,

She is planning a revitalization effort. Hovering above planters of green rosettes.
Time is meted out on the porch lit hemisphere or other odd worlds muscle

Up the stairs, where this exhausted moth has fewer black stripes than first

Glimpsed. Alien creature, the baby, was late. This life is bolting the rosette
As if immaculately conceived. Here the foliage of the parent plant dies back.

Calamity comes embellished with the chosen lighting for a flighted thing, at first
Misidentified. Then the chance offering drapes the scene as the Emperor moth.

Winged Mercury sends no flowers, yet the foundation is not sinking, if to go back
In time. The antechamber, now closed to tourists, wears the sweat of our evenings
Tilting onto the mattress. We come together matching camouflage like the moth.
One mercy is the daylight after brushing our scales completely off. It is anything but.

Corymbs are visiting patterns in the vague reserves of a social life. Backyard evenings.
Floating islands against the fence. After an arrogant return and endless compliments
Steaming preparations such as these remind that we need love from those left, but

It is anything but mouthwatering now. I break to hug my cactus, from the flow of conversation

As I understand it through the furnishings, baby. Skimming satisfaction from the compliments--

Are we speaking too simply to ourselves, in nice little houses, or do they thankfully, localize us?
Who are not giving enough, to let ourselves be fully embraced in cicadas. We want conversation,
Slightly touching under tables, relating to astronomy. Was a plead made for sophisticated

Sauces? Speaking simply to myself, I overlook the effort. In the bind of some local

Imaginative quest--Yet a cutting of Euphorbia, with its milky, drying latex, calls on something
No sooner than you touched my palate, I refrained from suggesting a sophisticated
End to the evening. Wounded on your spikes, if not for a generous application of animal glue

Tell me if sex is reserved for another use? With its milky, drying latex calling on something
She is planting away from frames and glass--a revitalization effort. In planters of green rosettes
The object of home is suggested by the spikes wounding, if not for a generous animal glue
Unfading flypaper to living things. On a porch lit hemisphere here other odd words muscled in.