I still hear the buzzing in my head, imagine I can still taste
her honey, as sweet in memory as it ever was in life, the buzzing which makes
me vibrate from tongue to toes, and I ache to taste again what I thought I
tasted b ack when, to position myself above the fragrant flower, drawn to it
like metal to a magnet, my stinger poised over it, anticipating the plunge,
this ache I feel, this passion to dive in head first, to drown in the place
where the honey is thickest and sweetest, the buzzing so intense I feel I am
ready to explode, maybe too soon, my nectar filling the space where your honey
is, so that, when I finally dive into it, when I am in over my head, I know I
will drown for certain, unable to rise above it all, or if I do I will be
changed forever, drenched in my own desperate need.
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