Pollinator Poem by Jim Manning

Flying above a stream of emblazonry;
blue, pink and deep purple fused in sun,
a yellow-headed bumblebee wheeling
with vibration, is seized by intense aromas

and so gently touches one blossom
on its luscious, pink lips.

Droning, his monotone voice echoes inside
the welcoming chamber. Wings flashing up
and down, he buries his nose in whimsey spores,
inhaling, wallowing, enraptured and is engulfed

in a tongue of warm pollen,
suspiring sweet, delicate nectar.

Now looking out from the soft blossomed lip,
his body hair twitching with puffy sperm a
myriad of seducing lights flash; destiny beckons.
Lifting off, he spirals down into the nearest light.