Datura

If only I had found your seeds sooner,

or later,

or better yet never.

But we both know,

we can't unfind rarity.

Once you've been planted with the wildest flowers,

you'll never want to grow with anyone else.

Domestication was only

beneficial for the aesthetics,

not for divine cyclicity.

I inhale seeds of rare feelings,

your breath catches on a burr buried in my chest.

You're my cotyledon,

your attention initial nourishment

as I germinate.

Blooms of friendship burst in every organ,

diversifying the mono-culture of my heart garden.

You don't know what you've done,

why have you open-pollinated

the source of my power?

Have you remembered

who I've been?

My words may be floral scented,

but I'm heirloom Datura.

My offerings are potent deliriants.

I've always been discretionarily ingestible.

A flower that only blooms at night,

carries a dangerous power.

Emily [J] West