I'm So Sorry.
I'm So Sorry.
But catching this bumble bee
Is the best I could do for you.
It is such a mystical music
That creates a lyric in my
Song. A song therefore
Is a very mystical thing.
And why would we want
To change its melody; its magic.
Or take the unknown
Quantity out of its wings.
It makes me anxious
To think that someone
Might want to make it
Into a logical thing.
And that's the musician
Within me talking, instrument.
A song oozing
Out of my dried blood.
I love the bee's hum
Because he does hum,
And I want to wonder
About the darkness
That makes him hum.
And I want him
To carry me off by his hum.
And I want to hum and hum too.
Hum to my love all alone.
Just like the bee's humming
At the widened gyre.
Just the two of us buzzing
Our busy wings in anxious work.
And I want to hum and hum
Again and again to my love.
And then whisper a tumble-breeze
Within her rumbling ear,
While I'm hum-humming.
And tell her she is an opening bud.
The widened flower of my desires.
And I'm a humming honey bee
That has come to buzz and hum
In her sweet nectar center.
Hum her into delicious sticky honey.
I want to carry her away with me.
Her pollen powder -Golden
Yellow upon my dancing legs.
Does that make any sense
My friendŠBuzzzzzzzz.
Notes:
(c) R. H. Peat - 4/1/98 - 3:18 am
Form free verse/ 3 stanzas/ 48 lines
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