Just This Once More

If I were a pear blossom and you were-an-inquisitive bee I'd open my petal portals from within there are no locked, barred doorways they are all ajar awaiting your company. As we distant-lovers-are when life begins and ends it is through the fruit of our days do we devour the sweet with the sour? But I have an inkling we have gorged ourselves on ourselves many times before - until neither required nor desired a second more. But because, my darling, it is you. I shall savour you - just this once more.