Do bees sleep and forget their hive?
You stroked one’s fur until slumber
Woke in him what dreams remember.
I do not forget you. A bee’s purpose is alive.
In their humming there is no tune.
Oh! But there is a violin! There will be one soon.
You and I enjoyed a music as only one
Sound could be enjoyed, as two
Could be folded into one. It is fled.
We listened in the hush of a midnight bed.
Your kisses were tender. It was then I knew.
I think it’s possible this bee’s dream is you.
