Beautiful Bee Stung

I twin stepped a sea
for you
but I did not tell.

Prior, unencumbered

Met your mouth on a concrete step,

warm and smooth arduous stripe,

reddening heaped
helping of
spun bolts, direct from your fingers
against the dress of my waist.


(Can't believe your fingers
or feet.

Can't quite
quieten down)

Bless the first night
I slept beside your tidy bones.
Besides-On waking I could not stand
to be so close

Big sleeper- I left a milk note.
Big heart
Hidden by the blanket
of all your big plans.


(This Sunday beyond the line of a perfect
wedding
lights in the trees
lantern paper plucked,
pressed against my orchard
wish)

How desperate
clinging along to
this
clammy dream.


skins of sad pianos-
left over suits

reminders of sinking, shrunken vessels
flaggingly unembraced

outnumbered by their wood pigeon shades in
swollen shapes

yet still she clings, misty, undeterred

lostly bee stung beautiful.