by Rebecca Audra Smith
(04/28/10)

Brushing my cheeks
I feel headbutted by a billion
Bumblebees that shatter my composure
With their soft small bodies, the tension
Of waiting for the tiny thousand stings
To erupt against me, your teeth, hiding
Inside your full-lipped kiss, your tongue smears
honey preparing me for feeding
The swarm of feelings that soften
My muscles so that I lie a passive log
Of human for their crawling legs
To wander over. Frozen. Your breath
Sends its wings shivering over my ribs
Down my stomach to my thighs
Where I tense waiting to be bitten
The sting in you kissing when you haven't
Shaved for days, your stubble rasping
Scratching. The honey is turning to jam
As I'm flowering pink, and the bees are still
Sending out signals across my skin to each other
They're seeking the place where it's sweetest
Rivaling their yellow black send out warnings
I tell you to buzz off before I forget
But I can't remember what it is I've forgotten.

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