My Un-Seasoned Lover

Pinkest spring roses'
blush, nature strains;
Your rouge flush-poses,
nurtured hand drains
Blackeyed Susan eyes,
in saffron sockets glow;
Your buttons of ice,
my glaring, high beams strew
Autumn, buttery Sundrops swell;
Cupped-faces the night blights
Crows feet, my tender fingers scale,
sallowed moon, vision slights
Winter's, Red Star orchid sparks;
Hawk moth's proboscis entombed
Your face, pale, receding quarks,
my preening tendrils subsumed