Pollinated

enchanting pheromons

lure me to earth

your opened petals

are my landingstrip

almost weightless

I tiptoe on your skin

with volatile touch

I rub your stamen

searching for the fuel

on which my soul survives

I suck your nectar

I leave you shuddering

while I continue on my way

and glide away from you

©MG20160124BS

PS if you want to read it in Dutch:
http://matcatgo.blogspot.nl/2016/01/bestoven.html