I have always been a honeybee girl
Full of buzzing anger
Turning it into sweet gold
My honeycomb kisses and little sting
A war of creation and destruction
I die with every battle I have ever fought
And return again come the golden dawn
Humming softly and sitting delicate
Perched on colour
Hoping some of it could leak
Into the grey of my nightly ruin
How do I take all this sound
In my throat, these charged words
Of fury and weave them into glory
How do I bestow a sugared kiss
And not the killing sting
Yellow and black and frightful
The colours of warning,
War paint on my cheeks
Come no closer to my heart,
I’m busy