Open your blessed throats, <br />honeybees of routine. <br />I will tell it all to you, <br />only to you, <br />because I'm a Siren of two seas, <br />love and monotony. <br />I know not one better than the other, <br />one lingers in the other. <br />I have only the earth, and its Time <br />as my eternal mother. <br /> <br />Shed the colors of your coats, <br />drones of a charlatan queen. <br />Let me drown you in blue, <br />soft, rocking blue. <br />Soon, you'll be intoxicated, <br />no, renewed and renovated <br />in simple frame of your skeleton. <br />With velvet fruit and luscious grass, <br />my voice will build you out of sweet grass. <br />It's only my words, but still a voice <br />to keep between your clothes when warmth won't last.<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beehive/
