The sun rose this morning
And I could hear the gossamer
Vibrations of dew-laden spiderwebs.
And the bees came,
All stretches and yawns,
To start their chorus.
Between sips of honey
Tempered with coffee,
They would light upon my lobe,
And amid a flurry
Of little bee kisses,
Would sing of their love:
“This life is so sweet and lush,
We cannot resist the joy in our hearts.
Where nectar drips and floods,
Makes us drink
With happiness and joy.”
Their tiny bee lips
Pleaded with me
To lead them in dance.
They wish to see the ruler’s unique
Hybrid of clumsy and whit
Across all the meadows of the kingdom.
“Spread light, our king,
Propagate over hill and under dale,
And we will make for you
The richest honey
The world has ever seen.
For nowhere in the kingdoms
Has there ever bloomed
A flower so rare
As the union of
bee and king.”
the impossible sweetness
that happens
when both decide
to bloom together.