Underweight, my words
seem a little anemic
when compared to the bloated world
that surrounds me here.
I feel the temperature in my throat
it’s almost time to take you
to that sacred place.
Retreat with me
I’ll keep your head afloat
slightly above the rim.
I won’t let you drown
under the weight of expectation.
I’ll simply ask for your arm
a stable place to hold onto
while we carry on whispering
our favorite words in songs, lyrics.
Together we’ll explore
the glorious drug of love
this time though it will be outside
in nature for everyone to see.
Those heavy drawn-out kisses
are perfectly obnoxious
others will turn away
I’ll rake against your skin
leaving possession marks.
After a while,
people will forget,
and begin to ignore us, besides
the music would be too loud.
It’s probably the sunshine here,
this euphoria from the bluest sky
the seasons have promised to come,
and they’ve arrived alongside you
with a burst of beauty.
The transition from the cold and dreary
to the warm luscious growth
filled with the scent of mating.
Everything has one real goal
here with exact timing.
Let’s go outside and join them
the insertion of pollen on body parts
weighing our travel down.
Getting inside and between the petals
the love-sick drive of the flower
a single stigma draws us closely in,
heavy with desire, this dance
the anther explodes and deposits
the brilliant yellow pollen.
We take that experience
and carry it to the next, and so on.
We can go from flowerbed to flowerbed
help to pollinate the exploding acre
until the next seasonal change.