As the foxglove loves the fur of the bee
(A poem on the Song of Solomon)

As the foxglove loves the fur of the bee
flushed and spotted, long-throated
with longing, I love you,
honey, let me
smear your face with pollen,
take fur inside me
mouth and belly -- oh
it's been too long,
the sun has swung
around and around
and all my dews are gone, but
bid me and I'll open
sudden as a rock-spring,
I'll bloom like a wadi, only
touch me and I'm milk
and honey, your rose
of Sharon, your lily
of the valley