Flower Dances

For some occasions, when she wants to appear attentive, her eyes are Morning Glory brilliant blue, unwinding for sunrise, heliotropic, closing at dusk, wilting into the dark. As light fades on summer evenings her brilliant white Datura gown unfolds its pleats to Dervish-whirl through the cooling air, attracting all manner of pleasure-seekers, retiring slowly as darkness deepens, resting to dance again tomorrow. On more desperate nights, her vanilla scented Cereus-spirit all but explodes, anxious to find her lover in that single evening of her life. By dawn’s light she hangs spent and lifeless, her glory gone but for the seeds planted in her belly during that wondrous darkness. YouTube has marvelous stop-action films of these flowers. There is information elsewhere online regarding their uses by and effects on humans.