"For the fields of Jasmine,
from Oregon to Colorado"
My sweet Apis Queen,
With skin so milky sweet,
And Hair of lavender sheen.
When I sleep and dream,
Your stare always comforts me.
And brings me to honeyed
Universes that I have never seen.
Places past and future,
Foreign flowers to our eyes,
Unfettered love from her,
She who brightens all the skies.
Imagining soft starlight here,
And tender nectar kisses
As our passion sweetly cries.
Oh Apis Queen of mine,
Perfect are your cellophane wings,
Slender shape and lustrous shine.
Freeing my heavy words to sing,
This heart once beat for none, now thine.
To feel the warmth of your gentle sting
Enrapturing the very structure of my body.
Does something deeply blossom?
Could I steal my Queen away?
To lay my head upon her bosom,
And hear her say she'll stay.
These dreams are only some,
Of what goes buzzing about inside
My busily working mind this day.
My sweet Apis Queen,
With skin so milky sweet,
And Hair of lavender sheen.
Anticipating when our worlds meet,
Feeling as if, they have always been.
Honeyed gentle kisses,
Our new universe upon joined lips.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
