Bee & Wasp
A Strange Love Poem
“Whence have you come my whispering wasp?
Lying so blissful on the fence
Only pretending pretense
To hide the vents of embellishments
Do you smell the lovely scents?
Where do we go?”
“Shall we...?”
“Yes, to the valley.”
“To see what there’s to see.
To feel what there’s to feel.
To reveal what is real.
To leave what we must steal.”
“But of the crown?
With jewels that surround from head to ground.”
“Leave them, Bee.
For you will see, to sting, one must be stung.
You have to sing the song that can’t be sung.
To love, your heart must be hung.
And end where it begun.”
“But this can’t be done.
How will we have won the run?”
“You must devour the hour to scour for the unsour flower.
Beware the snare
No matter how fair the cower flower.”
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