in the reaches of lusty ferns

over moss quilted floors

beneath brilliant jeweled skies

caressed by feather breezes

the tender touch of love’s hand

holds together fragile moments

to make with it a bowl

collecting the morning dew

of many yesterdays past

sprayed with purple sunlight

held sweet to your lips

with longing, hope enduring

full of passion’s nectar

walking naked again

in the pink light of day

butterfly soft upon the earth


Photography by: Anthony Berenato Jr.

2 thoughts on “nectar

    • I am Brazilian-American and have been to the jungles around Manaus. Glad you found my poem. I fell in love with your photo and wrote this for it. @maysapet


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