Lily Pads And Honey Bees

Enticed by river lillies and spoken to by the moon

I have rubbed napalm into my weary, ocean eyes

As I feel like nothing in the universe belongs  

Except for the fact that you get to call me yours

I don’t want to have to breathe this air alone 

So when your amber irises bleed turpentine 

I fear to be erased not knowing if I’ll have to let you go 

Like the enchanted caps that selkies don

Through mysterious concoctions of this warlock’s brew 

I have been left hypnotized and drunkenly obsessive 

And through an absurdist view of this damp dungeon 

A prison manifested from our guilts and sorrows

Blossoming through passion at death’s door 

Sit three argyle mice and buzzing honey bees

With waving daisy bushes and clover patches

Lost and found in the twisted branches of local trees

Now I won’t stop until we are liquid smooth

To match and lower our heart rates 

To listen, to be loyal, to forgive, and to be patient 

To love until my last known breath 

© Niklen 3/27/25