The moonlight fills its scope,
grounded as we are,
we could never intentionally die
although hives abide by us
their sting is not inevitable,
Are they the ghosts of honeycombe?
only having been
offered a brief nectar sauce
These fears are all inflammable,
yet speak of the wisdom untouched
by jealousy.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
The moonlight fills its scope,
grounded as we are,
we could never intentionally die
although hives abide by us
their sting is not inevitable,
Are they the ghosts of honeycombe?
only having been
offered a brief nectar sauce
These fears are all inflammable,
yet speak of the wisdom untouched
by jealousy.
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