She slipped me a wasp
While she slipped me a kiss
The wings on her lips
Beat the air of my bliss
The dream of her hair
Of her mock as she fled
I jolted awake
But the wasp was not dead
It stabbed in my throat
Though broken by nature
I loved her, but that
I said not stings later
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
She slipped me a wasp
While she slipped me a kiss
The wings on her lips
Beat the air of my bliss
The dream of her hair
Of her mock as she fled
I jolted awake
But the wasp was not dead
It stabbed in my throat
Though broken by nature
I loved her, but that
I said not stings later
