I want to be a hive for your impetuous bees.
I want your honey slowly flowing down my body,
The bitterness of sudden stings inside the sweet,
And the contagion of the amber in your honey.
I want to glisten through my skin with golden tar,
Keep the remains of fallen bees in hardened fingers.
I want to sound with hungry droning of your hive,
When honey flows beside my lips down to my nipples.
I want -- erect in me your towers from the wax
To turn my thirsty dust of flowers into honey,
And lay your bees at night inside my nest of hair
To heal your aching bites inside my every flower.