Like bees drawn <br />to the moonflower <br />by lunar light, <br />I am inexplicably <br />attracted to you. <br /> <br />The hum of the bees <br />and the steadiness <br />of their work surprises <br />anyone who has <br />ever seen how <br />gently bees enter <br />open blossoms <br />in search of pollen. <br /> <br />How studiously the bees <br />glide about and if coaxed <br />will land on my index finger <br />peaceably but briefly <br />before resuming <br />their delicate work <br />inside the white blossoms. <br /> <br />If I were a solitary bee <br />and you a moonflower, <br />I would search <br />for you and find you <br />in the twilight hour. <br /> <br />I would delve <br />into your tenuous form <br />slowly and deliberately <br />to gather pollen <br />and would impregnate <br />you with promise <br />as you unfolded elegantly <br />in rhythmic synchronicity <br />with the setting sun.<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moonflower-3/
