The imagined center, our tongues
Grew long to please it, licking

The walls, a chamber built of scent,

A moment followed by a lesser moment
& a hunger to return. It couldn’t last. Resin

Flowed glacially from wounds in the bark
Pinned us in our entering
As the orchids opened wider. First,

Liquid, so we swam until we couldn’t.
Then it felt like sleep, the taste of nectar

Still inside us. Sometimes a flower

Became submerged with us. A million years
Went by. A hundred. Swarm of hoverflies,
Cockroach, assassin bug, all

Trapped, suspended

In that moment of fullness,
A Pompeii, the mother

Covering her child’s head forever.

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