Dark, jewel-like drops of honey clung to my lips,

like crystalline amber, they glistened and sparkled

with the throaty hum of bees, incessant droning

drowning out all other thoughts from my head.

I plunge a hand straight in; bee charmer,

lover and friend of insects, what do I do,

how do I, in all my silent giant sleepyness

hold them in my thrall? A casual flick of the wrist,

and you held the comb aloft, casual gentility of mcuh loved work

and let its’ smells envelop me. Is this what it feels like,

surrounded by sisters, aunts, and daughters,

humming and dancing as honey swells and comb builds,

surrounding with love and swarming her with adoration,

a Honeybee I am, a little honey queen, and in his arms,

I spin and hum and dance and make the sweetness home.