An Ode To Tulips Poem by Julian Takali

My tender skin cries at each of your lashes
Even though I appear rigid and firm, inside I only wince
You've used my body, torn my legs apart and chewed the crust off of my flower
No matter how bad I abhor you, a tulip needs its water
And you are my black tar
My brine from the lake of vice
This tulip covets placid heartsease
But is a tad bit too fed up
And before you arrive from work tonight
I'll rummage your drawer
Buckle my neck
And oscillate to death

Just so you know
Every tulip needs water