I watch the bumble bee
Ease onto the flower,
So heavy the pedals shudder
Each pink lip flashing
With the liquid light of sun
I sweat just to watch
A helpless voyeur
Taking in each move
The bee makes
So I can later
Get it right
The exposed surface
Glistening with
The bee’s attraction
Each projected point
Kissing the bee
As he plunges deep
To collect the plunger
He knows waits
For his busy fingers
To collect,
His face painted pale,
Tasting if not honey
Then something
Just as sweet
In a fumbling, bumbling
Ritual he must
Take part in,
Drawn in,
Sucked in whole,
Unable to escape
Until he has had it all,
And like me
It is never enough.
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