I'm no honeybee
But
I want your nectar
I don't want to pluck,
Oh blooming flower,
I just want you
To grow
In my garden

That one stare
you gave me from across the room.
Showing me how disappointed
you are that I no longer is yours to keep.

I feel every inch of my body
filled with terror.
Because you blame me
for moving on when you haven't.

You gave me no reason to stay
or obey.
But I will never recover
from your straight, lonely stare.

I hope you now learn
that you can't cut the wings
off the flying bee
and expect it to collect nectar.

For I am no longer present for you.

I've been breathing in everything I hate
Such as the smoke from fire that bellows beneath my feet,
It burns and it scalds and yet,
I do not learn my lesson.
My lungs have become airbags- deflated, charred
It hurts me to breathe but yet,
I do not learn my lesson.

I have been shown the sweet smells from the valley,
The honeysuckle kisses against my dried lips
But nectar is far more vicious than tar.
For it sticks to you like a bad memory
It will coat you in a sweet sickness,
A birth from a joyous hospital room
Honeysuckle kisses upon dry lips,
While they pump you full of the tar.

So while my lungs cannot heave anymore,
And my organs coated with depression
The nectar does nothing but upset my stomach
It causes it to wretch like a screaming baby
Lack of honeysuckle kisses fuels the fire.
I will continue to burn and scald my feet-
But I will not succumb to the iridescence
That will one day leave you sick,
And sticky sweet.

a women fosters
the strength of the boy’s nectar.
as it begins
to take its shape.

the inception
presents possibilities.
that only a women will harvest right.
you let my nectar

collect beneath
and find a stream.
far away from your home
now to cultivate.

all that i am
can not be done.
the same as you could have
i do not blame.

your mistakes
because i know
i could not care of nectar either.
for i am weak, like you.

that is how
you let my nectar,
go. now my shape has formed
and has no more room for you to grow.

My love is an open book,
Illustrated by an artist's brush,
Beautifully prosed with a poet's pen,
Bound with lovers' lips.

My love is a delicious meal,
I sleep well ,
I think well,
I smile more.

My love is sunshine,
It infuses me with courage,
It gives me strength.

My love is everyday reality,
It is there when I wake up.

My love is pure as rain,
It delights my soul.

My love is music,
It has its high and low notes.

My love is a fragrant flower,
It's nectar,
Turned my world sweeter.

My love is a balm,
It healed my damaged soul.

My love is a deep ocean,
Where I submerged  my sorrows
and pain.

My love is Faith and trust,
It has patience and gratitude,
It is a sturdy tree,
With deep roots,
It will hold forever.

For I'm within a garden
that sees me as a ****,
yet upon my blossoming
I have more beauty than thee.

But just because I'm not in
the same hybrid pollination
as you, petals see me as a
pest upon this garden of
there tainted illicit beauty.

When you wilt and are in
decline, I am a stem still
standing, still feeding the
nectar of others hunger.
you've all faded but I'm still here.

Swallowing every drop,
                     licks her lips.


Like a bee guzzling nectar....

Each cup of nectar
for me you filled
tasted entirely different,
but did just the same.
transported my spirit
out of the planet, on
ethereal wings of light.
Every time I drank it
I swooned and forgot,
everything other than
the love you poured on.

Inebriated by a love
I never had a chance
to define, I can't think
you and I as two
entities different,
oh! my lover immortal.
No other lover
would have done
what you to me is doing
Your absence as a  person
never did bother me
you are the one reigning
within, wordlessly speaking
I can see how your eyes gleam
the moment, I just think of you.

A song like King David sang and everyone heard
It’s the sweet song sang in every mother tongue;
A perfumed speech is heard sweeter than nectar
wreaths round each patch of earth as part of a tongue
in all different variations, directions it’s singing!
  
Mathematically comped that rhythmically span
fashion in both or you choose science or arts.
It’s a lyric sang with finest curvy swaying dance
feel the quivers deep down into the atomic level
still the various motions in various directions turn on,  
nowhere near that look drawing a pause!