Bird-Eyes to her Bee-Keeper

Bee-keeper, honey-maker,
come kiss me with your sweet mouth.

My eyes are birds for you,
settling like doves on your shoulders,
whispering in your ear.

Bee-keeper, honey-maker,
come kiss me with your sweet mouth.

How I love you!
I have loved you for seven years.
In the eighth, we begin anew.

Jane Beal
1.3.12 – The House on Flower Street

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