on her tip toes
around
the room
in her pink
dress
she bends
and moves
like a flower
about
to bloom,
and you, well
you are
the bee
in waiting.
around
the room
in her pink
dress
she bends
and moves
like a flower
about
to bloom,
and you, well
you are
the bee
in waiting.
1 comment:
perfect metaphor.
so, are you a honey bee - pollenating your way through the garden called Alexandria - waiting to use your barbed stinger as you exit her world and she considers you dead?
or are you a bumble bee? tumbling among the petunias until you die from exhaustion?
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