queen bee dreaming
blues by the ocean
and we seem
like bats out of heaven,
love
I know you love
like I wish
how I cry
is how I kiss
existence
dirt and earth
by seed
to come king
for this
little inkling
we need to burn
more or less;
shall breathe in
a new chemistry
where there once was
more or less
bejeweled
underwater
breathing .
