THE deepest desire,
my heart
unexplored!
nothing lingers
, the broad sword
of life cuts
pieces into
smaller moments;
moments that
sometimes linger
–make it so!
that baby bees are
born within Spring!
i see you hold
the nectar of life
upon your tender
tongue!
then pass that love
to another one
;never spoiled–
what nectar then
becomes honey for
the hive!
i’m unexplored
by pheromone–
the honey bee
be brilliant!
E.P. Robles | Poetry 