How we rise like sunflowers, bright and blessed, sunlight beaming on our faces, glancing sideway-winks, and hearts as heavenly warm as though heated by eternal caresses. Held aloft by those firm stalks which holds our sway and keeps us in place, you, my wonder, are everything I wanted, everything I’ve needed, this should be all I need to say. For your ostentatious yellow collar breathes around the darkness of your pitted pollen which pleases all the bees who wander hungrily, flitting through the atmosphere as though they have no other care than collection and collection for their hive, to please their precious queen. Am I your queen? I ask of you, the head of the Sunflowers, am I everything you dreamed of, wanted, and needed? My precious queries ache, I sing them for you, draw nearer to your flamboyant petals which compliment, which compel my gaze to come closer. I…