Just This Once More Poem by Mark Heathcote

If I were a pear blossom
and you were-an-inquisitive bee
I'd open my petal portals from within
there are no locked, barred doorways
they are all ajar awaiting your company.
As we distant-lovers-are
when life begins and ends
it is through the fruit of our days
do we devour the sweet with the sour?
But I have an inkling
we have gorged ourselves on ourselves
many times before - until neither
required nor desired a second more.
But because, my darling, it is you.
I shall savour you - just this once more.