Like honey the smell of the pink feathery blooms of the mimosa
Are my contemplations of your wrinkled brow when I shall weep
Knowing already, tender wounds which drip blood, that cut deep
Dressings are indulgent shadows of a multitude of kisses laid soft
To divert recollections that burden the holes where tears do pour
Foulness one tries to scrub off with steel brushes until far too sore
My honeybee, tasting the pollen off my au fait heart when in bloom
Dusting off sands of sorrow, freeing soft breaths once held captive
My tree grows a thousand blossoms, and my bees are more active
Safety lies within your gift of love; oneness birthed upon our union
Sharing hearts, where cells divide and fall upon one another at night
intertwining my legs with yours, we drop buckets of pollen in flight
Poem written by Joni 6/5/20 – Song below repost –…
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Oh, how sweet of you to repost my poem. That was very kind of you my friend. Thank you and hope you are having an amazing day. love and hugs Joni
You are very graciously welcome.