I have no desire to be wild, but if I must--

[Eluoh]

"I can feel you here,"
he crept into the dead drum of
my ear, and I crushed my fingers into
the left of his ribs and sought for anything
from that hound: no blood spoor
to glut the appetite.

Two more beers, child, and you'll be
flowers
bleeding the pollen of a harlot
and he'll be the
bees.

(in hindsight)
Mother warned me about this.

[Erthona]

Eluoh,

I enjoyed this from the second stanza on down, it gave me a very good visual, a very fresh approach to the old birds and bees scenario. Very playful and forthright.

In the first stanza (S1), it is mysterious that you change from "I can feel you..." to "he crept into...", and then "that hound". Is this him again, or are these three different male entities. Then the neutral "the appetite". So the reader is left to wonder if this is four different people/things/animals, one, or somewhere in between, but there is no confusion that there is no way to determine the correct answer. As a result, at least for this reader, the stanza appears completely senseless. One must assume it has something to do with the continued metaphor of human sex as nature, but guessing is the best one can do in this instance. I'm sure this is simply an occurrence of the writer not realizing that important information is being left out that the reader needs, and will be easily remedied.

Dale    

[71degrees]

"I can feel you here,"
he crept into the dead drum of
my ear, and I crushed my fingers into
the left of his ribs and sought for anything
from that hound: no blood spoor
to glut the appetite.

Two more beers, child, and you'll be
flowers
bleeding the pollen of a harlot
and he'll be the
bees.

(in hindsight)
Mother warned me about this.

After reading this I couldn't help but think of all the recent Bill Cosby scuttle. Sorry, I'm weird. I do like the ending. Almost prophetic, in a birds-and-bees (oops, too late…told you so) kind of way. Not sure of the "hound" image. Too much imagery in such a short "spurt" (so to speak) and my brain is on overload trying to decipher everything. I do think w/certain formatting (italicized thoughts / spoken words, both narrator's and perhaps even mother's) that on paper this could be wonderful in presentation. Enjoyed reading it. Almost an "aha" moment kind of atmosphere.

[Pyxx]

"I can feel you here,"
he crept into the dead drum of
my ear, and I crushed my fingers into
the left of his ribs and sought for anything
from that hound: no blood spoor
to glut the appetite.

Two more beers, child, and you'll be
flowers
bleeding the pollen of a harlot
and he'll be the
bees.

(in hindsight)
Mother warned me about this.

I enjoyed reading this poem, I felt it had a natural flow to it. To me this poem is about death. I thought that this work uses nature to imply decay. 

Two more beers, child, and you'll be

flowers


"I can feel you here,"

he crept into the dead drum of

my ear, and I crushed my fingers into

the left of his ribs and sought for anything

from that hound: no blood spoor

to glut the appetite.

It reads more like a short story than a poem, I'm not sure if this is your intention, I found the repetitive use of the word 'and' distracting.

Two more beers, child, and you'll be

flowers

bleeding the pollen of a harlot

and he'll be the

bees.

The final phrase is beautiful, if a little unexpected. I was not sure who the author is referring to when he is mentioned...I really like this work, though. 

[Utnapishtim]

This was a very fun poem to read. Great imagery was its strongsuit. Sort of 'you're the boy/girl momma warned me about' sentiment to it, but that could be entirely subjective. Its subjectivity combined with the imagery, and the illusion of orderliness in its stanzas...create the cumulative effect. What that may be or was intended to be, is anyone's guess.