My Queen Bee

A little bee is buzzing by my head
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.

josyift 2022