Monday, 14 May 2012

Dead Nettle

She twisted the white flower
From the modest green pagoda
And placed it between her teeth
"Like this" she said necking the
Tiny insect tincture
"Like a bee"
"Or a wasp ?" I suggested
"No silly" she replied
"Now you try"
The nectar was surprisingly
Cold on my tongue
And made me think
Of flutes

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