Tulip
I kissed a Tulip in a hidden silent glen
On a sunny day a stranger led me hence
I laid upon the ground hand upon its’ base
The bulb was maybe six inches from my face
Fragrant and alluring yet insidious as well
I licked of its freshness consumed by the smell
Flesh colored light pink and barely bloomed
It stared back at me as I swallowed and swooned.
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