Honey Lingers

by Michael Curtis

I with my middle finger’s tip
Caressed the bud between her lips
Quite gently, like a honey-comb
When yet the queen of bees is home.
Then as I did she arched her hips,
And she her little bee-legs kicked,
And she who might have shown her sting
Took flight, like little bee-wings sing
Upon the favor of my finger,
Where yet the taste of honey lingers.

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About Michael Curtis

Michael Curtis is a classical sculptor, painter, and architect who lives in Alexandria, Virginia. His verses have been published in Candelabrum, Blue Unicorn, The New Formalist, The Lyric, American Arts Quarterly, Amphora, Pivot, and many other journals. His translation of Afrikaans verse, “Land of Sunlight and Stars” will be published in 2012.