Can I honor you with the smell of cheap lilies? 
                                    I repeat the word “one” until it becomes “none” 
and inhale as much of the pollen as possible until the obscene fragrance 
finds a way back. 
We were penguins first, then doves. I have to believe you 
                                                                                               like the scent, too. 
Do you accept that my flowers come from a cheap farm. It's a cheap fix because I can't afford good seats you won’t see me coming. 
You will see flowers instead
   in my hair
           on my skin
                           all over my unholy body
developing new atmospheres in my lungs when I take you in through the last sense 
                                                                                                                                      left in me.