pollen

Oh that sticky receiving
How open can i stretch
How much love can i let in?
You see because girls
We have been taught that we are 
Too much
Too loud bossy emotional needy
Get off me,
Be quiet,
Stop asking-

Just
Stop
Being.

open can hurt sometimes
When you are seven
and unloved.

And so girls, we learn
To hold those petals so tight
An armor of softness,
A delicate un-grace

we tremble at the sun
who entices us with his honeyed caress
as the blue sky sings her siren song
and the butterflies are flirting and
the birds are fawning

and the reckless unfurling
is scandalously magnificent
as my pollen
makes love with the bees.