Bee or not bee

I live to pollenate, fertilise 

the fragrant moment; 

hung on air in dusty dryness; 

carried fleetingly like smoke in stillness. 

*

This incense carpets my senses 

as buzzing urgency 

dances out my quest: 

not scent, nor colour, only sun. 

*

Taking sweetness 

giving fruitfulness 

my driven purpose;  

to share; disclose. 

*

This will; not my own 

my brothers too follow 

my dance 

as I theirs. 

*

My Queen is many: 

in each incarnation her hunger 

feeds me 

my brothers, my children. 

*

The fertile seed continues 

my sons shall seek the flower 

driven by the same dance 

to satisfy their Queen. 

*

All life is fuel to burn 

all memories are ash 

hung on the heat of the moment, 

fallen onto the sheet. 

*

Past desire 

shall burn no more. 

The pregnant pause 

drained in fullness. 

*

Dirty with dreams, 

I fly 

as the wind 

breathes. 

*

This winter, my empty husk shall blow away.