Morning glory

I spend my life

Waiting for you to open

The pale glow

Of morning ripping

Though the lace

Eyes wide

Lips parted

Waiting to turn

To seed

Even before

I have succeeded

In pulling

Open the petals.

Each layer

Loosened with gentle

Fingers,

I ply

Feeling inside

For that place

Where your seeds

Form

My touch inching

Deep through

The quivering

Softness

Some flowers

Do best in night

Drawing heat

From some

Deeper place

The invisibility

Of progress,

As fingers seek

Sweet nectar,

But me

Whose eyes

Feed as easily

As my fingers

I need to see

And feel

And if possible

Taste each

Petal as it

Falls away,

Morning glory

Withering only

To the mounting heat

Only exploding

Sunlight

Can bring