She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .
“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .
Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.
I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .
Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .
Working towards not
losing my shadow.
My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.