We flow
inside your violin
attacking my transformed
flower ears
like a hive of horny bumble bees
searching between
the pollinated beds.
Sun dripped, apropos
love making to the drums vibration,
an all-encompassing celebration
The mechanical waves of grain
will fade away.
Formalities tie knots
inside our purposed normality.
Mortalities taken aback by
a Bird man's totality
My heart dances to the magic,
the fluttering monarch
to your summer dreams
which came in early fall,
reincarnated by late spring
when drunk with spirits
the birds leave the party in the south
to find me
to feed me
from their beak.
Your stings vibe
the talent of fingers dancing
along with the bumble's rumble.
I cry
I found G-d in the vibe
I cry.
