Sunday, June 28, 2009

The bee's kiss

Photography by Patrice Commune

The moth's kiss, first!
Kiss me as if you made me believe
You were not sure, this eve,
How my face, your flower, had pursed
Its petals up; so, here and there
You brush it, till I grow aware
Who wants me, and widen ope I burst.

The bee's kiss, now!
Kiss me as if you enter'd gay
My heart at some noonday,
A bud that dares not disallow
The claim, so all is render'd up,
And passively its shatter'd cup
Over your head to sleep I bow.

In a Gondola by Robert Browning


Beach Vintage said...

Love the little dragonfly.

Gerri Ward said...

Such beautiful photos deserve a beautiful poem as this one by Robert Browning! - Thanks for sharing!!!

MissBliss said...

Gorgeous photos! love the purple one and the yellow... ;)