I am half flower, half self; I grow a spathe

我一半是花，一半是自我；我长出佛焰一样的花苞

to wrap you in a perfumed hood; my roots

把你包裹在芬芳的斗篷里；我的根系

spread in your skin, my cells pulse xylem

伸展进你的皮肤，我的细胞将营养管

through your veins. You seek me like a bee,

喷射到你的血脉里。你寻找我就像一只蜜蜂，

you bumble the ferment of my smell, butt

翅膀嗡鸣鼓动着我气味的酵母，猛撞着

at the pollen-stippled core, where spheres

沾满花粉的核心，在那里

encrusted with soft things wait to latch

球体们等待着将柔软之物嵌锁于

onto your limbs. I hold you, ripened, trap

你的四肢。我抱着你，已经长熟，把你的

your cries like lacewings in my hair. Into

尖叫擒获就像草蛉困在我的发中。

my mouth falls night-fruit, torn apart, it tastes

夜的果实坠入我的口中，被咬碎，

of you, such tender inflorescence. Now you

它是你的味道，像如此温柔的花序。现在

are the flower, and I the bee find I cannot

你变成了那朵花，而我是那蜜蜂，发现我

lift my head, I lap the nectar at your gist,

无法抬起头。我舔舐着你精华点上的蜜汁，

and drown as your petals close.

在你花瓣闭合的时候沉醉。