i fed you something like honey as i watched
your head turned sideways not realizing its fighting sleep
and i dont eat honey anymore
because i feel something like loneliness when i think
of those bees and how they die so easily
with a swat of a hand or post-stinging
under thrifty blankets you might say
guilt is a dirty word
i would probably say it first
but you can have it
because when i see lone things make
ripples unintentionally in rivers streams lakes
i stare and take a full role of mental pictures
knowing that is what you do to me
as your breath moves down a state
