. Hovers over petals Itching to dive, drop Divine into essences Of live colour, scents Of creation, breathing In the motion swirls, Stemmed skywards, Genitalia of rainbows End.
Honey Bee catches Nectar dripping out airs And steels away to hive, Beelines to comb, where Amber ****** becomes What Gods sleepily crave, Sniffed sweets of ambrosia, Borne in the queer fluctuations Of tiny wings, firing up vibrations. .