that is the question

to bee or not to bee...

do i b that bee
to buzz around his head
a swarm of one bent on
the singular event of making
him hear me?

do i b that bee
to wait for him to
raise his hands in desperation
before swatting me down in
frustration cuz this bee b bugging?

do i b that bee
who does the stick and move
pricking through his skin
to prove to him
he needs my sting?

or do i b that bee
who pollinates his mind
procreating one of a kind
thoughts that mature like wine
and thrive like vines divine?

to bee
or not to bee
that is the question...


i choose not to bee.

he

flows like profound
notes composed
he knows I am
in.
love exposed
within prose
i have
words enclosed
disclosing
i am
open.
nose
too wide
i suppose