like bees do

drink from the nectar
pooling
‘gainst my glands
before it seeps into the skin
and disperses,
like dew on dappled grass. 

rip out the petals
sweetly,
one by one,
as they peek out
from the covetous
calyx of my nodes.

savor the silky sensation
on the tip of your tongue,
as I pollinate your eyes,
your chin,
that delicate hollow at the base of
your throat.

you seek to make honey,
as you sting me once more.  
the viscous sap hangs low
in a swollen drip,
not daring to drop.