A Bloody Apiary

I plucked

 

                Flowers that trickled from the arteries of your heart,

 

Bees from

 

                the trapped and flightless words carved on

 

Honeycomb

 

                marble, sculpted with torn petals and ripped wings.

 

And shoved

 

                Silken scarves encasing glass shards - you shoved

 

Them down

 

                The raw and scraped and bleeding cage of

 

My throat.

 

                Where bone and skin alike, clawed out of

 

The stingers

 

                Pierced proboscis capillaries that

 

Melted on my tongue,

 

                spun marrow and sutured waxen cells,

 

As nectar spilled

 

                Rotting bees and warm honeyed

 

Golden blood