Blooms at virginal zenith
revealing its gross nudity
to specter’s phantom eyes
risking it’s very existence
Castes fragrance of bewilderment
entailing in near suicidal role
for nuptial task, not for itself
but the species’ continuity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Propagation must take place. So the flowers surrender their virginity to the bees! Great poem!