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





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