Queen

The way the bees pull apart the Borage

pack their bags and fly off

I raise my head

and pluck the air with my lips

marvel at their weightlessness

at the way they stain the sky

when they swarm

Striking against the sun

their toy-yellow appearance

is a child’s design that floats

from the bottom up

small stars of exquisite bitterness

a wood-fire of stingers

minute eyes of splintered black ice

They have invented a secret

the persuading of waterless pollen

into Royal Jelly

while the queen dominates

with her dangerous sex

the pure poison of ecstasy

spilling a violent sweetness

___________________________

From my Fourth Book-Length manuscript

©dah / dahlusion 2014

all rights reserved

This poem was first published  in ‘Dead Snakes Journal’

Editor- Stephen Jarrell Williams

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About Dah

"Light is my happiness" Email: "dahlusion@yahoo.com" Google: "dahlusion"
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