Analysis of Lascivious Lavender

I cannot breathe
through the leaves,
no matter how hard

My lips do beg to part;
the waning tether does tear
air from all passageways

As freefully as cobwebs sprung
in the midst of heat,

Fervent are their faces

Before morning's feet set
about their day,

I, planted like a row of garden
roses blushing fruitfully..

For flowers, do not tell
till they bud in May.