Rebecca Hawkes

           Technicolour Dreamcake

            well now I must admit to painting you
            in an unsayably saturated light
 
            pre-raphaelite nymphknave incendiary
            knelt among wildflowers
 
            bulging with significance
            souped up from the loam
 
            swaddled in kerosene fragrance
            I yield to pheromone and accident
 
            between our fluorescent camo and exposed roots
            we can only guess what moths might flock to us