Bee in the Meadow

BEE IN THE MEADOW

In the meadow 
the bee meets its lover,
flies among her stalks,
her millions of fronds.

The wind’s fluid lips
brush blushing petals
arched toward the nectar-soaked tongue
bathed in pollen and musk.

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