Your bum
stuck up in the air
beautiful
as any flower
me, a bee
eager to make honey
polinating our desire.
Outside the window
a bird sings
with such
...passion.
We shattered
in our ecstasy
washed up on the shore
of each other
now no longer
bee & flower
only human
love
our greatest metaphor.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-me-tell-you-bout-the-birds-bees/
