Honeysuckle

Honeysuckle

I just pushed my face

Into a wild honeysuckle patch

While walking in the woods.

The smell was rousing and spirituous.

Then nature’s art

Of a small, simple, smooth flower

Of ivory and gold.

Much like

When I’m divining

Between her thighs

The nectar

Seeps forth

Aromatic

And seducing.

Beauty is everywhere.

If you turn over some stones

Get close to the ground

Listen...

Perhaps...

I pull my head 

Out of honeysuckle.

I press forward on.

Always.