The Indigo Iris

Irresistible

   Rouged

Indelible flower so

      Slender,

   I pluck from Central Park and

Rinse its

   Irradiating

      Stalk

   In the

Rain before

   I place its

      Slim

   Iridescent, barely

Relenting

   Indigo petals linked to green

      Stem

   In a vase by the window where it

Rings rings rings

   In the

      Sunlight as

   I dress myself in

Red, as

   I dress myself in

      Silks, as

   I wait for your call, as I

Read a book, as

   I lick my finger to turn a page, as I

      Sing along to the music, as

   I take a

Run through memories of

   Islands with you,

   Inlets with you,

Reefs with you, the

   Invisible I am always

      Searching for

   In the

Righteous,

   Impossible

      Sensual, you, my

  Iris

Resting in the window to which

   I

      Sing.