He caught my scent on a windy day; My skin had the taste of lemongrass. I was afraid at first when he landed, but that was short-lived. I did not panic.

It wasn't invasion but aromatic invitation accepted instinctively. He searched this surface with mind on his purpose, and I watched silently.

Across my hand and around my fingers, he tickled in search of something sweet. I giggled, too, and dared not move lest he consider me an enemy.

I am not a flower.

Not his usual company.

But today,  he came for me.

And so, a flower I am to a bee.