Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Bees Knees and Me


Pollen swollen legs 
heavy with instinct
spread
pollinate
gather
aching need 

waiting blossom
yearns 
with petals open 
 for tango touch
a gentle dance 
upon her center

 sun days ahead
turn flower to fruit 
  sweet juice drips
leaving
sticky kiss on 
ripe skin



10 comments:

togetherforgood said...

words succulent
ripe for the harvest
juicy sweet to
taste on my tongue

em said...

wow, kathleen. this is amazing. :)

Joyce Wycoff said...

Kathleen ... your words this morning are a "tango touch" indeed! Thank you.

n. davis rosback said...

yowza

Kathleen said...

Haha. L.L. read Neruda to me on a bench at Mt Hermon. Sent me hurtling down the sensuous poetry trail. Neruda could have taken advantage. :) [swoon]

Kathleen said...

.....and the pear blossoms outside my window, humming with busy bees
prompted me also. :) The bees and the blossoms are VERY happy.

Maureen said...

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! All of it.

Marcus Goodyear said...

Heavy with instinct. That is a great line.

Melissa said...

Neruda, just as I thought &was it mmerubies who said 'nuff said' about that... but ahem, you are pretty darn fine with the whole yearning genre (and hon, I think I will leave that to your expertise) - have fun :)

A Simple Country Girl said...

Every bit of it taps fancifully fun across my heart! Each verse is indeed a delightful dance.

Blessings.