Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Bees Knees and Me

Pollen swollen legs 
heavy with instinct
aching need 

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

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


Anonymous 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.

Anonymous said...


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.