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You are the hummingbird
that comes
a pure vibration
wings a blur
propeller-burring
a million beats
to keep still
the world’s littlest pivot
spinning the heaven’s hemisphere
as a wineglass with a wet finger
laid on the rim to make it ring
Feathers a rainbow
how you reel
hovering over blossom
cheeks
tucked into the honeysuckle
to lap a single drop of nectar
onto your tongue
messenger-goddess
kicking a gold-dust of pollen
out of your winged heel
The slow promise of your approach
makes my throat thick
the joy gathers
deep in my spine
as if it were a snake
making a smooth wave of muscle
toward the taste of water
―Craig Arnold
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