The Moon may not be the best keeper of your secrets. The moon whispers everything it sees to the universe. Manifesting words through poetry...whispered softly as moon beams and dream dust scattered though out the heavens like the infinite stars.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
The Honey Bee & The Last Winter Rose
honey bee … sweet honeyed bee
humming and bumbling titillatingly buzzing , drunken stumbling , wallowing insatiably in blossom's touch
intoxicated within velvety enchantment impaired by sticky silken pearlessence the sweet elixir of luscious petals waft
tantalizing little smitten honey bee kisses brushed of intensely hued honeyed nectar weighted by pollination's residues
woozy... grounded in an enraptured daze ne’er desire to fly away again drawn into mesmerizing hibernation
surrendering , heretofore only a simple wish ... to be held eternally ... lifted by the wings of love
petals enshroud forever wishes total unconditional embrace imbibes delight unabridged repose of slumber awaits
enslaved by one love's petaled cocoon the sweetest rhapsody manifests honey bee nuzzles the last winter rose ...