Corpse flower,
dormant for seven years.
Until the itch;
latent urge that begs you,
scratch.
Pleads you reveal yourself
in puce petals,
fleshy and obnoxious.
Pungent sideshow freak;
carrion-stink seductress.
Spectators jostle,
knees weak,
necks craning on
concertina folds
for just one glimpse,
fleshy and obnoxious.