It's the Queen Anne's Lace,
Curling inward her 'birds' nest',
Closing her umbel upward,
With spines of love fruits,
White like snow, with pink shyness
Touching the lips of the sun.
These lips are bees and
He drinks her nectar, his teeth
Are caterpillars, eating
Her leaves with passion.
Each white flower has two seeds,
Making him desire her
And her hairy stems,
After blooming in clusters.
Marieta Maglas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/queen-anne-s-lace-choka-poetry/
