I didn't feel a rock
in my throat
when I heard the news.
More, the feeling of water
pouring into my lungs
like flower vases.
The stem pushed through my gullet
and orchids bloomed
from my open mouth
and empty eye sockets
so one one could see my sorrows.

There once thrived a hive near the creek
Bees came in and out every week
But one day a bat
In the hands of some *******
Caused the hive to substantially leak

I never much wished
On a fallen eyelash
Or a drowning penny,
Never truly laid hope
On a dropping star
Or a moment on a clock.
I suppose I did place
My want on one whimsical,
Liberal, fanciful thing.
I placed my longing on you,
And maybe the chance
That your wish would be me.

I'm addicted to your lips. Yet, we've never kissed..