The Panty Poet(deep into flower essences)

Why can’t poetry worship his lovers panties?

As a shrine and still be called pure poetry,

Act saintly to his mother in law,

Panties stretched around his face like a super hero?

Still the panty poet at his best ?

The best of the best,

Saintly poet panty thief,

Still shamanic with panties in this possession?

For sure,

Still a panty shaman,

Forever in heavenly ambrosia,

Floral print dancing through his minds eye,

The shamanic panty poet