....This gentle smooth touch
Of the flower petals,
That swallows the kiss
Of an angry buzzing bumblebee
Fluffy and painted
Like in a thousand colors
Is for leaving the pollen
On his fingertip.
He's inhaling the pollen
To taste the flower,
While sitting in that field of daffodils,
Yellow daffodils,
He's dreaming of love
Until self-forgetfulness
To wake up.
The dew shines on the leaves,
While the buzzing bumblebee
The breast is caressing,
The milk tastes,
And the long hair is touching
With his increasing beard.
The flower flavor
Is flooding his mouth,
While kissing
And bearing all these....
Marieta Maglas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-forgetfulness/
