EDITOR’S CHOICE AWARD: bringing our favorite previously-published poems back to the front page.
Submitted by Himalia
There goes the loyal honey bee.
I’ve never tasted your venom,
but I wallow in it just the same.
I’ll spread your wax on my lips
just so the one I love will dictate me sweet.
You collect nectar
like I collect fears.
But I’ll squeeze your endless work into my chamomile tea
just so my taste buds are enthused.
Just for a moment of peace.
Photo credit: Study of Flowers and Insects Balthasar van der Ast