For The Bees?

It’s stuck between my lungs

where the roots of my teeth grow deep

and drink

from a wordless mouth

full of broken wings.

We savor empty moments and

empty savory ones.

Touching and taking what isn’t ours to hold

dystopian devotion ripping flight from all the bees.

Don’t let me live like that.

I am not yours and you are not mine

We are all but ours for eachother

A gift I give to you, if you’ll take it

Tell me that you love me

let me feel it through your touch

breathe your wants into my wrist

as I eat the dark in yours

Fill my trembling breath with

your fist full if seeds

and grow in me a garden of

brand new wings for all the bees.