Abstentious Dionysianism

As a child he would feast on flowers.
roses, tulips, gardenias, bonnie blue bells
an insatiable appetite that was never filled.

As an adult he would bring flowers home every day to his wife.
orchids, carnations, birds of paradise, violet trumpets
he laid them on the table, and retired to his study.

She always appreciated the flowers, placed them
in a vase on a table or counter.

as the years passed they spoke less and less.
he would sigh at the sight of the flowers,
locked in the transparent cylinder.

she never knew of his relationship to the flowers.