Entomophily

She is the closest I've considered to be everything. Each part of her, each petal colored differently than the next, shaped unlike every other, wildly beautiful, earthy and magnificent. Sadly, yet realistically, like all paragons of nature, her intensity is lost upon the quotidian wayfarer, not beheld by the distracted. Oblivious as the flowers themselves, she too is unaware of her own seductive power. But not to the bees. For like the bees, I too am drawn to her nectar, her warm center, beauty and color....waiting to hover over her to partake in our fated dance; a primal choreography of unquenchable desire.