Soused

Lupines

I start

abuzz again

this honey-bee heart

 ∞

Taking your clothes off

the writhing laundry line

 ∞

A bird-winged breeze

ruffles your flower-print shirt

Pollen swarms

my wings to hive

 ∞

Floating inside

toward dandelion dark

to drink, to drunk

soused in your nectar

so sweet and

so tart

August, 2011

 Backyard, Vermont

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