Meadow Villanelle

By Pearl Pirie

Ours is a bumblebee's passion, thighs
pollen-heavy, in-hive privacy shared
as peace blossoms in butterflies.

Across a hairy leg lies our Nobel Peace Prize
rising. Drowsy then dizzy, a grunt, nostrils flared -
ours is a bumblebee's passion. Thighs

hiding under leaf cover from dark skies
legs hooked, secure from storms, spared
as peace blossoms in butterflies

Nectar and small worlds, spooned, we revive
from sunset's doom to bloom unfolding ache, declare
ours is a bumblebee's passion. Thighs

crumpled to the floor, ignoring disguises,
the perspired pheromones let us hope, dare,
as peace blossoms in butterflies.

Long shadowed day, grey, wrinkles, resizes
our brief lives, shakes our breaths. Stay bare:
ours, a bumblebee's passion, thighs,
as peace blossoms in butterflies.

 

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