Impact

[addy]

Out of the dust bowl
new flowers emerge, colours serene I kind of liked this... a strangely muted beginning, but sufficiently mysterious
yet perturbing. You place your hands on my thighs,
I squeeze the blanket, my knees resting
on cushions we chose especially for this.
More blooming. Not sure about that line... makes the narrator sound impatient? Pink leaves. Then indigo stalks
and hazel faces as you enter me
like a satellite drifting through space. I kind of liked this? I didn't take it as a direct metaphor about the entering, but like it spoke more of how the narrator's own mind was drifting away from the experience itself, and is instead is awed by the sensations in a "disembodied observer" sense
The dust bowl is coming alive. Filling
with flowers, a scented leaf dish on a kitchen table. Though I don't mind that this repeating image of flowers in a bowl is at the core of the poem, I don't think this iteration of it is particularly inspired or necessary, imo
But I've not seen these plants before.

Like I said, I quite liked the "disembodied" aspect of this, with the narrator not being wholly immersed in the sensation of sex but instead being fascinated by it. Interesting take