With iron and honey I glaze both cheeks
while two bees bumble up each cascade


pressing curvy pumping abdomens
with points plying as they scrape

each presses into a cheekbone producing
blossoms of irritated wine and grape


pixilated with  pyrexia I collapse in a
webbed hammock perplexed


and wait and wait


my mouth blazing I gaze up and despise


the puffy diluted masses in  fields of blue
my cheeks dilated threatening to thunder

and then a pause as sweat brings honey
tumbling uncontrolled  


out from within