The same way a daisy opens towards the sun
Or a bee hugs her petals
I become his light and his nectar
He looks to me starving for my liquid sugar
The sugar he would die without
This little flower can't deny his pollen either
She wants to stay rooted in this soil
This is the only place he comes to find her garden
Early in the morning into the evening
You can find him waiting at her steam
He's not greedy
like the other bees who fly in and out and take what they need
He waits until she's ready
slowly she unravels her soft petals
The pinks urging him to come feed his hunger
He's gentle not to damage her frail exterior as he sips his awaited grail
This is where she wants to remain planted
She might not be the bird this bee wanted
But this little flower opened up for him
And every day after that...
He has never stopped making her bloom over and over again showing him her secret colors
She cradles him in her petals
Vowing to protect him from the angry wasps who pretend to be the honey makers
He's the only one who could make her nectar sweet and sticky
She was the only one who could make him pollenate to near emptiness
Maybe we should teach our kids more about the daisy and bee
Over the birds and bees
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
