The Madness Of The Bee
Curvaceous; white rose
How—potently, aromatic
It is to delve quite freely
One's passionate, nose
Tasting; upon our tongues
The madness of the bee…
Who' sumptuously,
All summer, long…
Dances with; thee.
With honey honed senses
Sweet harlot of the brier
Shudder not in my pretenses
But hold fast as I acquire…
Just one single, kiss…
Honey comb, upon my lips.
Arms wrapped around your bodice
Trembling; without remiss...
Till the sun and moon, ellipse.
(Ah, the hiss of bliss…)
poem by Mark Heathcote
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