Peonies This year       I need you more than you need me Cut for bloggers, smashed upon your sisters in buckets, my orphansI wave my cash at the flower farmers and adopt you, bulbous babes Displaced delicacies, you are my children, my saviors, my paramours, the treasures to which I awake each morning as I anticipate your nascent openingYour naked thrush-poms, sweet scent of love-nectar and the sublime momentary burst of blossomI cannot make you close enoughI...