WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU DO?

Why can’t you

hover over me

like a hungry

hummingbird

sucking nectar

from a loaded pistil

on an evening primrose.

If only you would melt

before my scent,

we can lock and load

like mating beetles

under shiny black backs

in a clinch

who cling to each other

igniting sparks,

exploding hearts,

smoldering souls

glowing in the dark,

creating

a shimmering Venus

in the night sky,

more brilliant

than the razzle-dazzle

of the Aurora Borealis.

Stop looking,

stop lusting

and sniffing for musk.

Focus on me

with a beam of light,

and I will be your everything.