A little bee is buzzing by my headjosyift 2022
while zealous sun rays stretch along the bed.
My mind is bumbling far outside the hive
to think about you – circling ‘round my head.
Are you still out among the wildflower?
I’m already yours, no need to scour.
I’ll wait for you to come back, hot and sunny;
To come back soon, to melt my heart like honey.