For Something

Genus Viola. 
Which gender you want it 
to belong? 
Pansy was most effeminate. 

The tender touch. 
It reaches you inside. You 
start trembling 
like aspen, ready to fall. 

Full breasted, a 
crimson moon will spill 
the buttermilk for 
a rosarian. 

It was hot, very hot 
for the quivering pearls of pistons; 
for merciless decapitation.