And If So
I am the bee fluttering around the flower
seeking a way in.
It's here, somewhere,
I can smell it
yet it eludes me.
I'm close, I know that.
Maybe I'm turned in the wrong direction.
If I turn, will I bump its lips?
If I reach out, will it kiss my hand?
If I release my body, surrender
to its lap
will I find it can hold me
or will I tear something irrevocably?
And if so, will I be lost
or found?
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