With motion,
Crows blast meaning,
I trade the sublime, salt,
To wait for her,
Near the house I hung,
In my best, slow suit,
Framed,
Like an orchestra of debris and self doubt,
I release bees,
And she erupts in petals,
Royal syrup share blossoms,
To fall this swarm,
And undress,
Pollen to bed,
Turns jelly to wax.
[Repurposed poetry/ a collaboration with Mr. Jimpers]
