was that a bee?…or

what I need to see … as i look for

romance through your looking glass…gold whispers through your hair like

sunlight on flower petals … i

imagine

you smell like rainbows … you

smile at me through my front room

window … and pluck 2

pink roses …. you are

my bachelor… and i…

your bachelorette…we run

through episodes of wild flowers ..while

my earrings jingle

jangle …love myths …like

how to look for nemo

in all the wrong places …oceans of

tears find us…

… together ….

turning down song of songs so

we can watch american idol…we

play with bumble bees until they sting us into

splinters of pain who

look for meaningful things like

how to turn ourselves back into

pumpkins

at the stroke of midnight… when

you become my fallen Zeus and

i go back to

wishing bees will bumble

into someone who

calls me Beloved… on

heaven’s

play list