Who Pollinates

Energy on wings
Flashes of iridescent blue
Slashes the heavy air green
Pierces the heart
The very soul
Licks the juices
Of the cups and the trumpets
They call
Thrust their heads high
Shiver in anticipation
The climax is in sharing
Orange pistils black blood lines
Sheds golden yellow bread of life
The deed is done
Taster follows the sun.