Pollination

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. 

Pollination 

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.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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