Whichever way the wind blows
in a valley in the spring,
you’re getting pollinated.
To be precise;
fucked by flowers.

I fall in love at every scented petal
dog roses growing wild
seduce me
as I wander the fields,
breathing in their…
… blessings,
until paroxysms pulse through
my flesh
in a moment of release.

Does hayfever make one an ecosexual?

~Beltane 2018