A Bumble Bee
Clambers into her drunken, fractured goblet— (4-5)
Up the royal carpet of a down-hung,
Shrivel-edged, unhinged petal, her first-about-to-fall. (6-7)
He's in there as she sways. He utters thin
Sizzling bleats of difficult enjoyment.
Her carnival paper skirts, luminous near-orange,
Embrace him helplessly. (8-11)