the bee and the blossom

The bee and the blossom

The nectar and honey

The hair on his legs

All covered in pollen

So sticky and swollen

His tongue licks her warren

Combing her stamen

With delicate spit

This is eternal

This confluent act
Of intimate consolation

God gave us flowers

And God gave us bees

God gave us perfume

And petals to lick

God gave us pollen

And honey and sweetness

God gave us muscles

To buzz in the breeze

Which came first

The petal or the perfume?

Which comes next

The clover or the drone?
Which is best

To be the lover or the fool?

To have the iron will to bathe alone

In the drowsy scent of spring arousal?

Seems to me it’s meant to be

This balance of thirst

Between the rose and the bee

Seems to me it’s a natural song

With a beautiful tune

This perfumed craving

Which swims with the moon.

Moscow – 8/05/2012 – written in the bath, on my mobile phone, during a muted thunderstorm.

painting -  ‎"The Goddess of Love"...by GIOVANNI SEGANTINI (1858-1899)...