Thursday, October 24, 2024

Fragile as moth wings 2015

 

to touch it I must become a moth

 wings just dusting the edges of each leaf

 a tease to get you to open yourself up

even my fingers need to be as gentle

 as not to bruise you

more so if I use my tongue

 to draw open your pedals

 so that the nectar flows out

 to possess it

to hold it

to taste it

I must become a bee

letting your essence stick to me

 collected to make into honey

 not to intolerably Sweet

least not yet easing you open

 like a bud

letting you expose the place

 I ache for most

not own just to sample

 the taste much more tender than wine

 yet Juice fragile as a kiss

 a touch

 a lick

 no more


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