busy as a bee

you sway in the breeze

tempting me towards you

perky pinks and ripe oranges

reds as deep as the flames of hell

I pause briefly at the mounds of your earth

sprouting from the bed

the wellspring of your flower

busy as a bee

I flit between leafy hips and petal lips

inhale your heady, rosy aroma

my tongue searches your flower for nectar

licking my lips

I sip abrosia sweetness

All too soon

I buzz your vibration back to the hive

storing it away to make sweet honey for later

when my roots are shallow

and my skies grey

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