god-diva // poetry

I I I

In the honeycomb streaking fields—

tantalizing daisies, lavender, and sunny weeds,

brushin' their lighten strokes on fingertips so delicate

from an epiphany by recollections of dancing dresses,

disorientating strings,

honeysuckle rubberized kisses,

waning ambivalence under hidden wishes,

obloquy within crumbling fabrications,

and such damn happy times it's all chemical.

                                            .meadows-and-beyond