Tulip’s kiss

In the dawn I lay to kiss this tulip.
I admit we’ve flirted now for days.
Its face is cloistered in a tall green spire.
I could not guess her true colors underneath.
On my knees, my two lips to this tulip.
My two lips wet her bud of folding fingers.
A Woodpecker pounded its gavel for decency.
Our garden converted to a nunnery.
I decide to rise and practice my saunter.
Catching sun’s first ray with my merry men.
Two dogs, and a dwindling cat,
in the garden of pious tulips.