The flower and the honeybee

She gasps in sunshine

pink and petal bare

arms open wide

and reaching, stretching

aching to be touched

brushed soft by a gentle

Spring wind.


He glistens gold

hovering tall above

her desire, blossoming

like lips in kisses,

red, supple and stung

and he sees her oranges

peach pollen fuzz

in the breeze.


She sighs, she knows

she is his obsession,

the lifeblood, sweet and sticky,

dribbling from his chin

to his knees –

honeyed fingertips and feet,

this saccharine Spring

into Summer love,

the buzz, the dance,

the insatiable wish

to begin all over again.



Image by Denis O’ Sullivan from Pixabay

Written for #escapril2020

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Signed copies on Etsy

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