She is a flower
And I am a honeybee
Nuzzling her petals

Mar 29

If you be the flower
I am the bee
Drawn to your delightful mystery

Colleen S Galofaro
Colleen S Galofaro
Oct 29, 2011

The bad seed  ::  takes root  ::  roots extend ::  in the head  ::  A constant branching  ::  budding bursting ::  away  ::  and away  ::  and away  ::  roots branch and extend  ::  The Holy Schism  ::  Mother's breast  ::  bisected  ::  salt and milk  ::  curdle  ::  then settle  ::  into the nine creamy layers of Hell  ::  roots extend  ::  bury into Her pith  ::  bisected  ::  a honeysuckle rut  ::  Mother screams  ::  a poisonous  ::  foam  ::  spraying Her wither around  ::  killing  ::  the sacred cow  ::  ::  ::  there  ::  there She is  ::  the pretty blight  ::  the slit  ::  in the stem pursed tight  ::  down lower  ::  over two hills  ::  to a black and blue lagoon  ::  Mother in bloom  ::  Her putrid flower  ::  slaps open sloppy  ::  wide ::  open ::  for osmosis  ::  for curdled spore spew  ::  sucking flaccid  ::  with lips and teeth

Matthew P Hill
Matthew P Hill
Mar 20, 2012

Stolen in tact the passion, that field now lacks
No boundaries, this weight is lifted off my back
Running fast on the tracks

In the cracks of my skin crawls the experimental
Paranormal treasures for your plunder
Nose in the pheromones  

Will your molecules react?
Love is chemical.

The spirit of life hides in the flowers
That I jacked, just to give to you, pretty girl...

So maybe you'll be defenseless
To my emotions I wish to unpack

Oh there you are..
This is yours.

Science + Love = Sexy

We the hidden, now exposed
I cannot find my home.

My dance is despair,
All is salt-sweet, where is she
Who calls the us, the we?

Why do I fly
And where do I go?

The here is a tangle of
Too much bright delight
I fall, I fly, it is un-right

Lost, alone, I spin
Imploding from within
I have what we need
But the others are not here

Wet comes
In bitter spurts
And I know fear
I am afraid.

I had no need to know of this
Going, I, alone
Wings rip each drip
Oh, I go

We the hidden, now exposed
I cannot find my home.
after all that pollination;
Jul 9

a seasons seeds in the making
after all that pollination;
Flowers droop in the wind exhausted

Pollination drones on like
Holly Salvatore
Holly Salvatore
Apr 28      Apr 29

Pollination drones on like
Eternity, today it's all I
Can do not to succumb
To the pheromones of the bees

Time to get planting
their irritating pollination,
Christine Kelley
Christine Kelley
Mar 11, 2013      Mar 12, 2013

Sex is in the air
from horny trees and grass,
spreading too early,
their irritating pollination,
which is unfair,
since we don't make
willows or daffodils
when we get it on.

wanting pollination, hoping summer's
C B Heath
C B Heath
Apr 27, 2013

On the river's bank - discarded waders
dropped there, cast aside the day before. A
little yellow orchid drooping, damsel-
head in danger, wanting fellow flowers,
wanting pollination, hoping summer's
kindly fingers touch upon the shadows.

NaPoWriMo #16
Excellent at pollination

Somewhere there is a bee
Excellent at pollination
If a little aggressive.
Someday this bee will sting
And will find out the irony
That he is allergic to me.

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