Honeycomb of Lies

    I crave perpetuity.    So much so, that I come to you  in the form of nectar; a jar of tenacity-  viscidity- long strips of flattery and dabbles of desire.  I offer you seduction mixed with a sting  that you return with disdain.   You loved those animated creatures,  the ones who fill me…

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…