Nectar Of A Flower Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

When I think of those petals (ignoring the moss)
and the first dropp of DEW trickles out
she moves limbs and her flower is covered by gloss
and the lips open slightly and pout.
May I have what is yours, I have waited for years
and my tastebuds are trembling with joy
could it be that through this I would be in arrears
having been such an innocent boy?
So I nibble on her and she hums (I confess)
and she dribbles her heart into mine,
I remain in her patch and the music plays YES
and the angels just watch and drink wine.