nature

HONEYBEE AND FLOWER

Opening my soul,
the petals of its
soft, pink, silken flesh
become a mirror,
beckoning all and any
to the gateway of my swollen, naked heart.

And oh,
how does the honeybee suckle,
I remember,
approaching with a mask of raw intention,
innocent, but for the ravaging purpose
it knows only, yet again, to – here – ensue

. . . and so it does.

My blushing fortress sways and tempts:
a feathered
floral
nudity, as,
in you float,
oh honeybee,
in pregnant pause
to share my perfumed freedom
as I blossom
with your tongue inside my lap.

Crush me, not, but leave me torn
– yet, just as gentle.

Your organic levitation swells my fancy.

 

 
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 16 May, 2012

BRANCH

Each branch
of my life-giving tree
provides a path
my heart can follow

where its direction
and connecting purpose
lead outward (always)
to infinite beauty:

to a scope beyond that
which its blind roots
and captured leaves
might only dream exists

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 22 June, 2011