Poem for her 710

Dear Readers,


Feathers

Flowers from hedge full of bees
Last warm nectar bare
The bees made love to them
In and out the pink 5 petaled ones
The hedge from asian plat Plane
Flat spin the man said
Spin the plate on the sticks
Then juggle the pie crust
Summer spins round again
The juice of one red fruit
Spinner bottle filled with fun
May I have this dance
Me and you curled in cat bed
Mewing the feather touch
Slipping the tongue down your back
Nibble the shoulder
Slow slow slow soft
You heard the rest on the vine
Fine brandy to taste
Crackers full tiny tastes
Picnic basket full
Off the record but heard
Hear the sighs

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.