Bee Milk
There is lime blossom
On my tongue lingering still
From our fragrant kiss
Lip to lip at the gate
The first invite to the bees
Brimming me with pain
It does not matter
Longs as the lime tree remains
Stars fall at your feet
Blossoms are stars' seed
Desire twinkles them like eyes
Where my passions feed
Silence then was bliss
Absence makes now silent pain
No stillness, no kiss
And one whole today
Of silence drift through the clouds
Lime thorn in my skin
I want now to taste
Lime blossoms in your embrace
Bee milk on my tongue
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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