I started off with a flip of the coin
Her hair black roses wilted in the sun
We came together through the electricity in our skins
A mistake, a regret, a grievance that i can never take back
Like the auric bee I moved on to the next
A de-valued daisy that bloomed in the pit of my loneliness
Not an exotic flower in clandestine mud
But a common weed in all its glory
I can still see the leaves, gold with rain dripping
Beautiful in its own way, specially
When her pollen came to meet my body
Like the gilded bee I moved on to the next
Daffodil, tulips, buttercups, lilies, belladonnas
irises, sunflowers, poinsettias, lavender, dahlias,
flaxes, callas, lotuses, orchids, hyacinths and desert roses
I tasted them all, stopping, tasting on their nectar,
kissing their petals and admiring their stems
they all bathed me in their beauty
but i never stayed long enough
i always flew back to the hive satisfied
and by myself, pollen still clinging to my memory
still like the amber bee i moved on
past the flowers, to the trees, to their fruit
tasting their apples, oranges, grapes, bananas
their pineapples, cherries and star-fruit
trying to find the thing that I missed with the flowers
hoping that they treat me better
hoping that they can fill the void
in my heart, mind, soul and body
hoping that i can finally feel completed
even if only for a moment
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