My humming bird heart

beats for you

faster still with you in sight;

but you my flower

elude me.

I flutter

mid-air in flight

above other flowers

but no nectar drips from my beak's visit;

no matter how far I plunge

toward some flower's center

it's not yours and I retreat.

I pause,

flutter away

without that sweet juice of yours

I crave.

Possessing it is my Obsessions' Obsession.

Nothing deters my eye

from my flower-mission;

neither cat

nor rival bird

challenge me

when they espy my determined ire,

as I put my sharpened beak on display,

exhibiting to them my humming bird speed

and my reckless need.
 

No, they shrink away

with second thoughts

and leave me to my nectar quest.

Some flowers are beautiful,

but none so beautiful as yours;

this is set in me for all time;

even as I,

nectarless,

have become weak and falter--

no longer able to fly--

now plunging, spiraling to the ground;

 my thought remains;

I will have you my sweet

or no nectar at all.