The Cell of Nectar

I listened to the bees once

One sat perched

upon my shoulder

its stinger secluded

Yet trembly

were those wings

when I raised my finger

You would have thought

I was Jupiter

the way that little bee quivered

Before she left

she had said to me;

You crave me for my nectar

for your survival

yet you hindered mine

you placed this wound on me

and shattered everything

you made those people fear me

only for your protection

I never saw her again