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Written by Caselka

 Photograph by  Sarah Gray

Photograph by Sarah Gray

Your pale skin breathes its scented pollen into my existence

my heart races

the bees of me gather on your skin

in the wind of a dark night under a tree

you’re silhouetted by a street light

your eyes roll towards mine

we speak 2 words in 2 eye movements

the bees return

the queen has her golden

sweet

familiar honey