the honey buzzle

she's my honey buzzle she's
run honey comb all through
her hair to straighten back
the kink and wave the seas
have permanently laid
there.

she's my honey buzzle and
she knows the bees are citizens
they help the flowers, help
the bears, she helps herself
when she's alone
and I am there.

honey is the flower's ghost
the sweetest scent
has thickened most
and she intends
this sorcery
my means

of our good friend,
the bee.