The Birds and the Bees
We tiptoed on forest floors, skipping over pinecones and broken tree branches. Stumbling upon a honeysuckle shrub where we took turns savoring its sweet nectar. I’m allergic to the pollen that the season births, but at no point did that stop me from making love to you in a wild bed of red poppies that magical afternoon. We exchanged childlike giggles mid-kiss, smiles dancing recklessly across our faces. Our love grew feverishly with the flowers that April. An unforgettable swan song shared with the birds and the bees.