The Bees and Yellow Blossoms (I am waking up to you)
Tree outside is laden with tiny yellow blooms Air thick with the smell of honeysuckle or wisteria but not quite A sweetness I cannot identify, it is foreign to my senses Bees hum by the hundreds a consistent thrum outside my door Just there Only just there I am waking up with you You are close to me Arms are unfolding for you even if my eyes are still sleepy Memorizing the length of your nose and self-deprecating tilt in your lips I yawn and I stretch this way and that way like the ballet of boughs Feeling parts of my body shift and creak having slumbered for years I am hungry So very, very hungry for you There has been starvation in my bones and deprivation in my muscle but you insist upon satiation thoroughness attentiveness playfulness My cup is overflowing with honey before it is even noon I am waking up to you, love How have you been outside my door this entire time?