#honeycomb
Swarm of bees
Gushed into the carcass
To build honeycomb
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC
one of the only places I feel safe
and your hugs,
as healing to the bones as honeycomb
©L.F.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
I would miss the intensity
Of your sweet, sweet honeycomb heart
The endearing amber in your beard
And the strong hands I didn't fear
The way your soft eyes become so light
In the morning bright
Your warm skin against mine,
Holding me so tight
Your husky laugh
At my joking attempts
The tiny touch of my hip,
The ******** stroking of my hair
Gripping my *******
Thrusting hard, endless pleasure
I could sit in your sensual silence forever
Happiness knows no bounds
Inside your concrete floors and brick walls
Your open windows,
My open chest
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
it's nice to know it's not for naught
there's value in what can't be bought
where my plans convene with thought
i invest different kind of plot
honeycomb are to the bees
as madness is to mysteries
and are polite priorities
nectar of insecurities?
the recounted sheep are bleating/(bleeding)
cry of wolf to deaf misleading
as i bray again repeating
every note so self-defeating
thrown about the limbs of trees
chaos with-in-discrepancies
that which we melt just to freeze
wring tangles such as these
my journey is while they sleep
shepherdess lost counted sheep
the edge, again, to fall or leap
for flight first failure grade so steep
My white whale wild in the seas
This ship no sail, nor north agrees
Ever-spurning taste of tease
I am ahabs intricacies
to illusion am i ******
eternally roaming the land
through burning thirst for empathy
-i'm plagued with insecurity
in an old biblical story
mortal glimpsed our father's glory
From that instant's blinding light
was driven mad took his own sight
if i could measure and define
truth and where it draws the line
which cliff faces only mine
encases truly, i am fine
chronic illness violently
supressing luminocity
onlookers hang silently
as ash consume ferocity
speed builds on tracks in my train
I know this is too fast, again
upon myself, 'you dare complain,
without reference to real pain?'
all avert their eyes, refrain
saying nothing is my bane
am i alone and insane?
this focus that i can't explain?
creating reason for my pain
purpose for and by diseased brain
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
Busy bee eyeing the flowers
Seduced by the bright colors
Probing with the proboscis
Hairy body covered with pollens
Visiting the clovers and hollyhocks
Also in love with Dahlias and roses
Returning with the days fill
Honey sac full of nectar
Returning to the honeycomb
They are ‘Bee-ing’ happy
With all the sweetness
Just Bee Happy
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC