Blossom and Bee

The blossom

pushes herself

to open petals

for the bumble bee

No spinster she! 

 Gone modesty

the folded arm

the crossed leg

lest scent be spent

Forget decency!

 Arched her hip

her hand aflail

as though to fan

his bee fast wing

Quicken the sting!

Just see how he

sips at the nectar

No guzzler this bee

More like the fencer

Thrust then parry!

 Nor thinks she

now of procreation

Fruit is far from mind

This for sheer pleasure

Ah the utter ecstasy!

Who loves not spring?

What wintered bumbler

longs not for his blossom

sprawled so helter-skelter

in primal sensuality?


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Blossom and Bee

  1. redgladiola says:

    This makes me want to smile naughtily. Love how you turned this into something quite dramatic!


  2. SalvaVenia says:

    Nice twist, the last para … :)


  3. den169 says:

    Once again you capture a moment and a universal experience with an exquisite sculpting of words.


  4. willow1945 says:

    I enjoyed this very much–wonderful!


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