Necroflora

On Valentine's Day I'll give you
the biggest flower in the world,
a Titan Arum, my dead Beloved,    
and I'll lay its vast stinking
upside-down skirt
on the bed where you still lie.
At the tips of its deep red bloom
that flower's as warm as you were
a week ago when you died of fever
in my arms.  Its huge yellow spike
pokes upward from those encircling
blood-hot red labia like the clitoris
of a whale, a plant entirely sex organ,
in two-day erection until it decays.
I lie with cold you and hot corpse flower
inhaling the stench all night long.

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