Bee III
Turn a rose over in your palm
I have made it for you
Lift a teacup up and drink
I have brewed it for you
A finger on a twisting greeny vine
Sliding to and fro
The focus of a writer and the love of long ago
I live behind a frosty pane
Buried deep inside my brain
I have made it for me
I hide behind it for me
I am safe behind it, but you see
I will break it for you.
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angreenfields
Alexius, known to their friends as Alex, is currently writing poetry in Minneapolis, MN, USA. They write with heavy metaphor and intense emotion, or at least try to. Their interests include foreign languages, English arts, feminism, and sticking it to the man.
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