A bumblebee high
on blooms' scents, stings a woman's
blooming breasts in spring.
A bumblebee flies
high in her flowery skirt
in search of honey.
She says red marks on
her breasts are bumblebees' stings
Not her lover's bites.
A bumblebee mis-
takes her breasts for flowers, alights
searching for sweet honey.
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