... addiction ..., ... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... bee ..., ... country ..., ... experimental ..., ... ghosts ..., ... girl ..., ... heartsick ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... sex ..., ... sins ..., ... Spring ..., ... the South ..., ... the sun ..., ... time ...

the small sting

oh honey
ain’t you somethin’
special

little honey bee
circling me
bring your self down

ain’t no other flowers
going to change
in you what you changed
in me.

ain’t no chance we lose
while Springtime paints
us such a lascivious scene

i am your flower, honey bee
uprooted by longing-
the fire blooming in me
is all consuming

don’t fly away
not you, sweet bee
ain’t no one left to
save me

drink me, honey bee
until you’re drunk

and
buzz lightly onto my bed
honey bee
let’s feel that sting

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