POEM - Mellifera

Whenever I think of you

—a thing which still happens

entirely too often—

I see a rebirthed woman

whose eyes could not open

for all the mascara and honey

draining from them as I tasted

each long-unloved stretch of wilderness

on her full-flavored frame

  

That first, hurried moment

would go on to reoccur in slow motion

Time and again, I would watch you peak

ever-more-peacefully upon penetration

And when it was my turn, you’d whisper

want, love, and need directly into my ears

My face wet with your tears,

my heart bleeding on your breasts,

I would cum with careless abandon

in your empty apiary

Thanking me, those all-seeing

eyes of yours would eventually open;

finding them that satisfied felt

much like a second plateau

You were the tenderest moments I’ve known,

and I still feel no shame in revisiting them

Seems like all the space between Earth

and the moon is a utopia

which you and I explored

  

The bees never returned,

not even when I finally failed you

I know now that I’ve nothing to do with

their having left in the first place

You probably regard me as a bear

who simply sought a safe snack

But sex only served as a reflection

of all the depth we were privy to;

illustrating it is how I stop myself

from sharing your deep, dark secrets

And I’m determined to keep promises

the way you’ve kept my attention;

in perpetuity