New Poem: Like a Bee, buzzing.

Like a Bee, Buzzing.

Like a bee,
           a beautiful creature,
           so small, so insignificant,
           and yet,
           you carry the world on your wings—
           buzzing and humming,
           not aware of your impact,
           rarely cognizant of those around you,
           until disturbed, angered,
           provoked.

Like a bee,
           always moving,
           occasionally migrating,
           sweeping in, fluttering
           from one blossoming flower to the next—
           thousands,
           all feeding from your honeyed touch,
           descending to pollinate in the brief stopovers
           of your endless flight.

Like a bee,
           You never catch,
           never hold,
           to the flowers' sticky nectar—
           rarely returning to the already bred stem
           fascinating and necessary,
           sustaining life in each delicate hair of your body.
           you soar,
           taking the sweetness of one flower
           only to leave it
           on the petals of the next.

Like a bee,
           dangerous, capable of harming,
           of damaging
           buzzing, you sing your warning
           and you sting, painfully vivid—
           visceral
           temporary and passing to most
           but to some,
           a prolonged agony,
           an allergy,
           that swells the skin

Like a bee,
           a beautiful creature,
           buzzing
           to the beat of your own wings,
           And I...
           I am allergic to you.

 

© 2011. Ami Lovelace. All Rights Reserved.

Content Copyright 2011. Ami Lovelace. All Rights Reserved.