*Dahlia and the bee*
Supple and lithe petals,
Swaying to wind’s acrobatics
Buds tingled by its caress
Just like everything else.
But here comes the philanderer;
With its honey and sting
The expected intruder of the Dahlias
Seeking for nectar, pride of Dahlia.
Fantasy conceived, the forbidden eaten,her buds aroused,she never let go.
With a bug she is,pregnant we can’t say
Poisonous or contagious?
Still she wouldn’t let go,
Until the petals are plucked
And left unclad with the stalk.
Her Stigma now her stigma,
Collapses with her wanton desire.
Its thongs it packs after sucking dry.
On it goes to another naif Dahlia.
The heavens mocks her plight
And the earth brings her an eviction note
For ‘it’, it’s just another Dahlia gone by.