sweet emerald jewel
hover next to my love's ear
and slide your probiscus down to her recesses
not to take her honey
but to trace jewels of sounds within
her chambers
place
echoes of ectasies
half remembered dreams
on her pillow
When she awakes she will find them
and wonder
and dream again
Anthony Dalby
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hummingbird-2/
