soft beneath my touch
the petals almost slick
as I run my fingers
across their surface

i bury my nose into
their scent drinking in
the odor like a balm
to my tired senses

i wish that I too
like the hummingbird
could flutter my tongue
deep into the flower’s heart

and be enveloped in
the primal fury of love

(June 2011)

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