Bee Balm from zZemljoPles by Psihedelavci

Serpentlike fluttery path
wriggles as if an eagle spread his wings freely.
Gentle dancing steps
follow misterious curves...

Yellow warmth smells of green
steep slope appears
indicating the fragrant curls
of bee balm blossoms.

Jaws of honeylike inebriation opens
the leaf has already been torn...
Fearing that the wild dance of the traveller
would spin her down the slope.

Oblivious moment in the embrace of the unknown.

A forest spreads under her feet
and the dancing arms anticipate
to scoop clear, violet, radiant water.
Dancing hands are sinking into
this unspoiled liquor...

The body comes after
and by now the floating thighs
and lastly tiny little toes
excited as a child.

I indulge in a glass of wine
honeylike bee balm
might have caused the intoxicating feeling
sweet nectar caressing her lips
sour cherries and brambles
roll down the slope
overgrown with bee balm curls...
And dark red wine
spills onto the green ground below.

Oblivious moment in the abyss of the unknown.

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