Honey Bee

Sweat so wet it pours.

Trickles down his spine like the first dew of spring.

My neck,

He bites,

Bee sting.

I’m trapped in his honey .

Drowning in nectar I never saw coming.

He feeds my sweetest tooth.

Only the bees know the words to say.

Building hives inside my heart and buzzing through my veins.



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