A stray tulip in a meadow near a river framed by smooth, gray stones, 

Like a path made of water

Petals blush-bright open up and out - toward the sun

… like flirting with the light

Apollo, his curiosity, and his grace,  as gentle as his kiss … or his favor

The moment silent and thick - like an phallus made of wind

The tulip’s petals 

The eyes of the god

Flickering, winking … like the entry of a blushing bride

Thinking of her eager bridegroom - puckering

Like lips, hungry

Gulping

Swallowing

So much sunlight

Abundance

Warmth

Nourishment

O,  Sweet God of Light,  Tipping inside -  just right.

The god of music is silent as he blinks

Gazes

upon the poetry unfolding,

dancing from the tulip - 

His gaze fixated deeply - yet gentle

As she plays alone in the Wind

Voyeurism is an act of god.