Sonnet of the Broken Bee
Your fingers remind me of the tall grass
that dances on the ceiling in the draft
just like thread and a needle made of brass.
And with a kiss that makes me softly laugh
our skin melts so mysteriously.
Your skin glows like coals - no, more like honey
I am buzzed as a bee flying freely.
You float easily and I fall briefly
Broken bee takes so spectacular dives.
I’m awfully available to you
in so many shapes when my heart just strives
through shadows and lips that I have kissed too.
Waiting for you to bring light here to me
because that’s the only way I can see.
