The colors tremble under your gaze
Watered in whispers
You showed them how to love
I wonder
What does it feel like to lie under the sun
Bare on the bench
The bee stops
Plucks at the petal
Sucks the sweet yellow
Glazing juice drips
Limbs crumble
Something’s shifted
I think I’ve fallen now
Drifting through the air
The glow at the base of your throat
Down
You swallow
Slow slow slowly
We’re almost there
Almost
Slow slow slowly
The bee flies off
