Daisy Love

He loves me,
He loves me not.
Separating petals
from the core,
golden and vulnerable.
Slowly stripped off
what beauty
that crowns
the virgin,
the sacred yonic.
Revealing flesh
by flesh,
by flesh.
together with
every scent
by scent,
by scent
until left.
With nothing-
seeking assurance
if anything were
at all real.