Bees

She turned to face the doorway

filled with bees

on the other side

people that don’t stop at signs

She’s the one who’d free the moth from the curtain

He’s the kind that would trap it

She asked all the broken girls to come along

She wouldn’t leave them behind

She likes fountains of music

knows it’s time to let go of blame and neglect

She’s spicy and has a spine that you envy

She wants the curve of your heart

the edge of your wings

the smoke in your eyes

the plume of your hair

to speak from the bear

be in love like wolves

lie under blueberry bushes

Later you’ll find her

walking in the middle of streets

seeing everything with meaning

again

for the first time

beneath talkative rain

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