Waiting For the Bee
A dancer delicately flutters,
Tiptoes,
Pirouettes along the fibers in my mind,
Still suspended in the limbo of REM,
dreaming and lusting to put power to words.
Match the brunt force and desire.
The need with the graceful Tongue
that escorts sweet nothings to the Ear.
Hear Me.
Escape is impossible,
unwaveringly nonexistent.
Though the gentle Lilac seeks not escape,
She yearns for touch,
offers her nectar
to an absent minded, apathetic bee
who, secretly planning his approach,
stays a day and remembers a lifetime.
But this time, he cannot,
will not, want not
depart from under the glorious sun,
his place of fauna among flora.
The hierarchy of admiration
though nevertheless astonishingly
equal,
that favors him.
Sharp needle prick and he is torn.
His mission, his destination, his home
and his heart do not correspond.
Flatline.
And he and his lover
leave the sanctity together, eternal.
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