I'd Be A Cactus Flower

If you were a bat

I would be a cactus flower

You would shower me with your dark body

Searching for my nectar

I would be the crime

And you the inspector 

Your velocity would only be one vector

Propelling you towards my form

Because we were born to be together

And the fact that my petals are a bland white

Would not sever

The bond that stands between you and my hand

Because your only vision is a sonogram

The form of my being is the only thing your seeing

And we only meet at night so we must be dreaming

For indeed

My imagination has been scheming 

For it’s left me beaming when there is nothing but darkness

And I must confess that you possess 

The power to pollinate me

To regenerate me 

Into more than I thought I could be

You create hybrids

New varieties

Of the angiosperm

I’ve only learned comes in one model

But this vision is just a vision

It’s fabricated and hollow

Because you are not a bat.

You are a boy.

A stupid, stupid boy

And you go for the dicots

That you think are hot 

Because their patterns are standard

And I am a monocot

I’m scattered with intangible dreams

And my xylem and phloem are not arranged in careful seams

So you ignore colorless me

And choose girls with more vibrant pedals

But little do you understand

That the girl who grasps your hand

The one who you want in your pants

Is one of those pitcher plants

She grows from acidic soil

And will supplement her lack of nutrients through putting you through toil

But you don’t let the truth boil over

Because you chose her over me

But I am herbaceous

She is woody

She’s more stable

But I am able to photosynthesize

To take the sunlight and transform it to energy right before your eyes

And most guys despise that fact that I have a knack at taking each smack and throwing them back

That I’m not afraid to retract the thoughts I spat even if that doesn’t attract more visitors to my pistil

Because she is glass and I am crystal

We might look the same

Break the same

Both seem tame

But one day you will know my name

And you will gain value just by association

Because I come from a different nation

Where there is a celebration of deliberation

Of girls who think and speak their mind

And I wish I could find you as a bat

Because if that was true

I’d be a cactus flower for you

But I am me

And you are you

And the only thing sane to do is to remain this way

Not caged but in a zoo.

In honor of my AP Biology teacher, Ms. Steinberg, and our 7th period, misbehaved class.