Morning errand of the court

 The regal garden bed
invited like a foreign dignitary
To the grins and outrageous provocations
Of some time sensitive royal dame

The humid heat of the morning
is going up against prohibition
To mow the field short of midday, obedient and robust
manifestation of sexual play inspired by early lust

Maybe a quaint conspiracy in jest
Just for a gram of grace and quip to test or possibly
half a chuckle or an ounce of glee
A few tonnes of misplaced love from a misplaced me

There just to fertilize the flowering beds
at an appropriate hour, that morning itself said
What pokes out from the human nestle of flesh
In the form of lava like spirit wanting to consume dawn