sweet emerald jewel <br />hover next to my love's ear <br />and slide your probiscus down to her recesses <br />not to take her honey <br />but to trace jewels of sounds within <br />her chambers <br />place <br />echoes of ectasies <br />half remembered dreams <br />on her pillow <br />When she awakes she will find them <br />and wonder <br />and dream again<br /><br />Anthony Dalby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hummingbird-2/
