because we won’t ever have a coffee date…like ever.

Honey Bees

Like bees buzzing in my head

it brings me back

to honey dipped kisses

under star scattered skys 

and rhythms of your breath

with closed eyes

cream colored skin and

feather lashes curled to the sun.

Years of deadening silence

may quiet the resonant ring

 slowly fading like the distant hum

of a passing yellow jacket a breath

from my ear.

But recent sting is just so,

to forget the sweet

and to see the smashed

 jars of gold

dripping in syrup globs

on wood.