Gigantic it does fly past my head,
if it's a humblebee I do not know but it is a bee
that hangs on the purple-blue flowers of the big sage-bush
on a hot spring afternoon to get some of the nectar,
to quench its great thirst and it's pedantic
and tonight when I do kiss you in the bedroom,
when the juice of your lips do fulfil me
then you bring fulfilment to my earthly lust.
© Gert Strydom
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