Poetry Inspired by the Perfume Bee from Zoologist.
Around and around – the days we’re alive.
Searching and searching like bees on a hive.
I wake up – see the sun trying to peak:
The world through a window is deceiving.
There’s chills in my heart – the harder I seek.
To feel detached is to feel relieving.
If I could embrace you like the bright sun,
And get stuck in your arms – soft. . . round. . . warming. . .
I’d find a passion that is so genuine.
In labors of love – something nourishing.
You melt me like the sky – hot and sunny.
It keeps my heart dripping like raw honey