Your eyes so sharp; hint at a piercing yellow in the air- beyond measure beyond what we lose reasons to care for. Therefore, you shall find me down a path to the honeyed days, when all we try to hold on to, tilts and drifts away. While my feelings for you left me all sun-washed and golden, now downsizing myself, inches into days.
Forever being the promise of a storm; a cause of havoc in my heart- we meet, we fall in, fall out of love and finally depart. Still, I’ll remain searching for the sweetness of your yellow nectar- the tenderness we both shared. Still steeped in your honey comb lips; as every kiss was a promise, dripping with sweet promises, and its amber glow.
I… remain as the one still chasing after you -an eternal hunter bee.