does it feel good for you too?
to be pollinated, i mean?
when her grains burrow their tubes
so eagerly into your stigmas, your styles?
and anthesis?
when your anthers finally burst open
gametophytes exposed to the world
does it send a shiver down your roots?
and the smell of ethylene,
and the ways it makes me feel,
is it okay that we feel weak
when little animals rub against our stamens
faces so messy with our pollen?
when they ruin that innermost whorl?
i can't help
but whimper and wonder
when spreading my petals
when selfing:
am i really allowed
to feel this good?