Nectar.
Like a bee
in petals my movement feels free
for I view pleasure being unaltered
so at last I agree to look forward
at love\'s immortality
and can see
like an ant
rushing between holes in grain-sacks
on leaving former expected restriction
I race to abandon a passive addiction
and tasting abundance shall
not turn back
for like wax
softened by fire yet melting in thanks
I remember desire bound us together,
and death\'s potion will not last forever
if heaven makes nectar such
as we drank.