Cactus
In the middle of the desert, a top a cactus tower
Grows a bud, swelling larger, soon to be a flower
No one but me sees the beauty, of the desert tree
In the blistering sun, only i, foresee the fantasy
In the unforgiving heat, thunder heads spread and grow
Driving rain falls, a rare event, in this land i know
The tower of spines drinks, water stores have been low
Until it is heavy with liquid, should it dare to grow?
Later, when the sun has slid over the low desert hills
Only then does this giant show it's beautiful frills
The buds open, slowly one by one, fragrant and sweet
Growing heavy with nectar, calling night fliers to meet
Their leathery wings, flutter in the icy star light
Their tongues probe the blossoms sweet inner delight
Again and again, they visit, tongues lapping nectars sweet fire
The cactus stands immobile, unable to show its sated desire
When the sun rises on another day hot and much dryer
The cactus blooms enclose the gift, brought by the night flier
The fliers have delivered life, begun anew in the flower
The cactus has given its juices, pure and sweet, atop it's tower
Both have benefited from this exchange, mindless passions sated
Can anyone expect as much, from friends or lovers, we have mated?
Drakon
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