i was waiting for your phone call
in the bell of a daffodil.

i'll grow roots from
my toe nails here in the 
mulch & the soil--
soak in the 
eroticism of the dew--
i left the morning blushing
from the night before
when we lay with each
other draped in ivy--
the moss grew over our legs--
made us monsters--
made us hairy--
made us invisible--
& the snails rang their shells
like bells--
i woke up to find you
gone again--
is this your idea of how
to wake up the sun again?
the necks of
the daffodils snapped &
shrieking in dial tone--
dial tone
dial tone--
i don't know which bell to
listen to because any 
could hold your voice--
are you humble enough
to speak with the yellow
lips of a flower?
i am-- i am not afraid
to fall in lust with 
the taste of petals--
you always knew i would
eventually leave you for
a tulip--
puckered face tight 
as the knots that still
keep our phone lines entangled--
i don't want to the 
daffodils to stop ringing
like wind chimes--
it remind me of august
& pulling another orchid 
from your throat--
don't forget to
water us-- puncture 
a hole in the angry grey
of a cloud & drink with 
me-- drink static
drink acid
drink foot step
of thunder in the seduction 
of the soil--
i ask only that someday
when you come across
a bed of daffodils
that your remember how
much you kissed me
like the skin of a petal--
take a fist of 
dirt & root
& call me from the bell
of the daffodil--
crack the dial tone
like a foggy morning dove
egg-- i'll open
up the moss--
grow monstrous with me.