~the stigma of intoxication

observe the buzzing bee
to the fragrant flower
half-drunk and pulsing toward
her nuance of plush petals
pushed apart
pistil swollen with honey
he comes flush inside the folds
with sticky sweet nectar
too intoxicated to remember
the garden where they met
he flew away
three wings to the wind

lah 7.13.15
By Lori Hamilton, © 2015, All rights reserved.

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