feel it
I stir pleasure, —
exactly as begonias do, —
I intimidate you…
sensibly and timidly
your eyes delight
in all of my varieties, —
instantaneously…
you dreamt of this moment
dozen of days, —
in your absolute, you feel it
my fragrance is in you, —
perfectly… —
how I blossom
you love to watch… — but
how much light and warm
or water
is allowed or is forbidden, —
you can't yet estimate