For What Is This Sting Of Love ?

If Love Were A Bee On The Wing ,

Would You Feel My Sting ?

Or If Love Were A Bee On The Hind Would You Mind ,

And Have No Fear If I Were Not In Love's Arrears ?

To Be Current In One's Affairs , Is A Desired Object ,

Yet Some May Object To Affairs And The Buzz Of The

Hive Mind Might Send A Sign Of Judgemental Intent ;


Is This What Is Meant When One's Honey Ferments ,

A Lament Dissent Malcontent Event Torment Discontent ,

A Mead Me On Equal Terminology , Not Some Criminology

Of Affection , As Emotional Detection Senses Misdirection

Of Connection And Rejection And Rebels Like A Hound From Hell

With A Blackened Heart And A Mental Mode Of Attack , A Get Back

Before You Hurt Me Again Bushwack , A Backtrack Fallback Feedback

Like One Dogged By Demons Of Romantic Heart Attack Bitch Smack ;


Territory Is What Most Protect It Is The Elect That Select Boundaries

Foundries Of Iron And Rust , Questions Of Binary Equations , Quandaries

Of A Program With Multiple Right / Wrong / Both * And Then Bestride

Like Some Inject Reject Dialect That Decides From Some Deep Inside

Like Some Self Listening To Self And Loops Are The Journey Not Taken

If One Toes The Line Of Relationship Until Yet Again Amore Is Forsaken

Raken Across The Coals Of Taken It For What Is Called By Some Granted

Remanded As Demanded , You Could Call It Heavy Handed Slap Reprimanded

Yet Not Leaving One Stranded Without Being Demanded Or Commanded

Yet Leaving The Door Open To Candid Offhand Consciousness Then Expanded ;


For What Is This Sting Of Love ?