sends her blind alabaster bees
out to gather the pollen of broken
hearts to make her poison honey so
she can sell it for the sighs of summer lust
as long as you promise to let her rule inside
your heart once winter ferments it thick and black.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Something about bees and hives - keep coming back to it!
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
That poison honey can affect many peoples hearts - politicians?
You bet!
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