My body is the tree of life
Bearing fruit to all creation
You are nothing more than a bee
Only needed for pollination.
I birth flowers of beautiful colors
Shades, of reds,purples and blue.
Only waiting for my stamen
to be caressed by you.
A process needed to sustain life.
A system of pleasure that can bring forth strife.
Injecting your stinger
into the deepest part of me.
Leaving me to go the next
while I’m stuck with your seed.
How many others are there
that are lost and alone
standing tall in the meadows bearing the seeds they have grown.
Belonging to the bee who believes every flower is his home.
As we bear our next generation we teach them the fruits of life.
Never pollinate a plant
to watch them wilt the next night.