pollen

oh apple pie

up in the sky

suck the nectar

the nectar dry

slip your tongue

deep in the flower

taste the sweet elixirs

great power

 

let the sugars

coat your mouth

as your tongue

slips in and out

your brow marked

by your lust

as you surge

and feel the thrust

pollen daubed

the only sign

that secret flower lust

has taken you

no doubt

 

and sugars surge

and heighten your senses

spread your wings

be free in flight

from your defences

3 beats

to a swoop

and just watching

my heart screams a whoop

 

oh wattle love

I watch you

I hear your song

and I swoon

and I wish to take flight

and join you

in a flight to the full moon