The Bee Hug

The black bee the buzz

The scintillating call she calms

And hugs a more luscious flower making succulent

There’s blood in the anther and honey for all

Not a stigma for man’s eccentric desire not a no! no!

To kiss a flower is the impregnation of a new man

The bee hug has sucked out the fear

No sleep no stigma new anthers and forms

The flower of a succulent man

The hug of a buzzing black bee