My (Bleep) Like a Night-Blooming Cereus

this prolific southern semi-tropical plant
whose petals beg a magic recall of flowers
each year for a single night, a powerful
luscious blossom takes the patience of a
saint, to water, to wait, to tame the
octopussian alien creature with arms of
scalloped green rebellious curls
like a bride in-waiting riding endorphins who
curries a luscious kiss one night per year

succulent platitudes grown asunder it stakes the
windowpane into a communication grid with
biologic modulations whispers until one night in July
the extraterrestrial blossom phones home to the
star ship in orbit to rendezvous, takes off my plant
teeming with beams, the petals pearling whirling
white kaleidoscope with a thick hairy stalk a fleeting
joy nostalgic and hungry for the proper re-past