Bee Play Poem by James Walter Orr

In gulps, some men prefer their love.
Some take their love in sips,
but all will swear by stars above,
the best is sugarlips.

For love to stand the test of time
and make a man complete,
with feelings that can be sublime,
one generates the heat.

Though words are sweet and touch the soul,
action will rule the day.
A smart girl knows the final goal,
is how she learned to play.

I love the garden’s brightest bloom,
which spreads the sweetest scent,
and moves in ways one must assume
will leave the bee content.

The bee will know the special place,
the sugarlips are found.
Upon those lips will press his face,
and gently move them ‘round.

The flower welcomes home the bee,
the honey now will flow.
Its purpose served, the bee has come,
and now the bee must go.

Some gardens grow another crop,
and back will come the bee.
I hope the flow will never stop.
We have to wait and see.