Bees' Habit Poem by Zyw Zywa

Bees' Habit



In me is the silence
that is not there
in the middle of 50,000
Irish bees

that are a black cloak
over my pale skin
my body is their heart
it's beating faster

from their poison, I feel
connected, one
with life, one
with spring, the

loud buzzing
of love here on earth
upon me
within me

Saturday, March 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life,love,unity
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Performance "Springtime" by Jeroen Eisinga in 2010-2011

Collection "Lilith's Powers" # 61
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