AVANT SOUL

In each body, 
	when there's a little extra joy
It can be observed and heard
	like a blaze of pollen
		in the lightning electricity of being

		Come fertilize my heart
		     with the stamen of your soul. . . 

	Linger in my chambers, before departing

As a mysterious moth
Or humming bird
Or large black bumble bee. 

		Tumble
		my feeble reservations

	. . .and hang the last resistance of my welling pride
	. . .like summer clothes in a rough country back yard

. . .Before you fly to another flower of joy
Your hands and antennae are sticky with my pollen
And, as you journey to other lands
	to stir honey in other mischievous tribes,


				I

				will begin to bear fruit

				and,

My consciousness fully seeded will be reborn