I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.

hello
my flower
i am the bee

let me
push and pull
at your tinfoil ****

watch you
blossom
wafting your smell

delicate petals
didn't even notice
how they fell

spicy nectar
simmers on my
tongue and throat

i nestle in flour cocoon
among fibers
tender strung

where i start
where you begin
its blurred

your pollen
your taste
spread by my word