Buzzing is an angry bee trying to nest on my hair,
Just won't stop flying near my naked ear.
Hard to see, my face covered in a mask care,
A vicious sting of it, is all I fear.

Waving my hands in the air to chase it around,
Soon it comes buzzing after a while.
An angry wild bee that won't buzz off from my surround,
I know it really wants to kiss with a smile.

Could it be the spell of flowery sweet scent on my blouse,
Attracting the little ****** on me today.
Or is it the sweet cart that sells sweets near my house,
My mind is too confused, what can I say?

It's a memorable kiss on my red cheek,
Like a balloon, so painful as I speak!


©sim

a dark night schlep
and parasitic flies make zombie bees;
this joy of flight in honey delight

why his orbit tilts wide that
never bona fide her legs
till it catches them niggling there
and thrive behind a seance in plight

as their mutation is austere
yet circumcise this oblate mission
with a meadowlark's songs of vamp.

The bee broaching
this flowering ****
alone in late afternoon
doesn’t know the hives
are dying.

Her work lies between
these white petals.

Still, she may have noticed
how few butterflies
color the air.

This world is a beehive.
Studs and dimes all over.
Mingling and propagating.
Dancing like bees in search of honey.

Mortal men searching for nectar.
Is the sweetness worth it?
If I were to be honest,
I couldn't resist a taste of you either.

I've been exercising my wings.
Dusted off a blazer and a necktie.
Haircut and a smile to complete the look.
Just to cross-pollinate with you my dear.

I must be doing something right.
When everyone tells me how perfect I am.
Then why can't any queen choose me?
I guess I'm just a worker bee.

There's something quite poetic
In the way in which a bee dies.
Once it's stung its victim,
It's almost as though it can't take
That it has caused somebody else pain.
So it dies.
Just like that.

like a bee
your name
still stings
still buzzes
around me
but just like
honey
it is still
so sweet

z.f.

In a dream a spider swallows a snake and
smiles
like  a
giant yellow sunflower being  kissed   by
                                                                ­ bees
                                                            ­     who
dance  wildly  with the  wind  as  it  turns
white
with
anticipation.   The  snake  charmer   plays
                                                           ­         his
                                                    ­              tune.
The  spider  dances,  rising up,  stretching,
elongating.
Her  legs
disappear, drawing   into  her  body where
                                                           ­         they
                                                   ­                 turn
into a flickering tongue that protrudes from
her
lips.
She wriggles in her dance; her tongue waves
                                                           ­         in the
                                                             ­       air to
the melody, begins  to sing a  sultry,  hissing
song.
Then
the charmer's flute begins to move, undulating
                                                      ­                  to her
                                                             ­           song's
cadence.   And the charmer is himself charmed.
He
sits
in a trance as his snake-flute wraps itself around
                                                          ­                    him
                                         ­                                     and
the  spider  looking  li­ke a  snake swallows them
both.