The "Son"Flower Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

Title: The SonFlower - "Tell me why" and I sigh in happy memory
Why are they called head boards
Because the head hoards treasures;
For me, the opposite side is made
For the area where the razor's blade works its magic, the legs
And the rest of my beautiful body is held by the body of the bed
Which is dutiful to God's instinct, to do good
And to enjoy every day and sensual pleasures
Which are both visual and other measures of happiness;
An Enrique sauna with all the ikebana arrangements does our home look this morning
And I, on occasion, for my truant thoughts
Do lead me astray and I exhibit the temerity
To question men's continued virility
But their civility I presume
And profess that their sexuality
Is no matter of triviality
For if "making babies" is fun
So is holding one's baby in one's arms as a new mother
And this a delight
As is MY SONFLOWER behind which is the arch, the gateway to our heart.