Sunlight dapples in
between trees.

Images of brightest
green, pale lemon.

Gaily illuminating
your face, your laugh.

Intensity buzzes
in our shared desire.

As bees humming
around a delicate garden.

True North
to the heat of your eyes.

Sun starts gradually
setting into the West

One enquiry left
on an ever darkening stage.

Who be, if not
two bees, to dance by stars?