poetic droplet :: soft, the touch of a bee to her favorite flower

i wonder of the soft intimacy of the bee to her favorite flower,

the dusting of pollen across her abdomen,

sipping slow the nectar to make the hived honey. 

i look away,

my face a blossomed cheeky crimson.

how well does she know this flower. 

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 foliophoto, with the ever inspirational ladies at

  rainforest creative salon and bedsidesign.

xxoo