The flower and the bee

Like sepals unfolding,

My clothes peeled,

On the floor, on the bed.

/

And I became the flower,

Open and swollen.

Honey ladden.

/

All for the bee,

And I touched his pollen-

Hard but delicate.

/

We rolled and pressed,

And touched and kissed.

Petal to petal, all over,

/

In a symphony of rising pitch,

Until the glass broke,

And I leaked honey and pollen.

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