Blood Bees

With blood bees heeding her thigh

she sits in duck water. " I know that if I'm just a goldfish,
    doesn't mean I vow to never learn how to fly", and the truth never annihilated her.

To say she never sacrificed at least
    one current upon this well
would be a lie.

A suitor sat on the high rim of her well and kissed her with a brackish essence.
The womb carried no longer.
She bled no magic.
And the man broke his wrist  for hers. Dear Goddesss, gathered teh courage to stand before a man.
A species that had always been the prime of her kind's destruction.


But suitor wasn't no such creature. He bent time and stones. The love was finally sweeter and she,
   hopefully better not drown in this drain.

She jumped over the high edge with lizard knees and her fair hair never told a tale.
Bloody bees hum a mantra.
Bloody bees strike the water.
Bloody bees no longer sting.
One of a kind.
A different bug. Blood bees die young.
And so will this love.
She knows only thee like she in the end


will make love in wells and then
forever yield.