tiny wings
beat
fanning a buzz
that hovers
a single flower
held in my hand
that holds
a desert bouquet
while my eyes
witness
this mini oyster
of bliss
this fairy
caresses me
with a bellowed
breeze
from wings
that flash purple
irredecent crested
sweetness
that thirstily sips
nectar milked
unaware
that its
wonderousness
fills me
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