A Silly Thing

You are my love token, my muse,

my attempt at savoirfaire.

Yet I know I cannot quite have you.

My unknowing place knows.

That doesn’t diminish

the buzz of my thought-cage though.

The bees of reason drone,

searching for a foolish flower

to turn into their thrall.

Their work is at times difficult,

and at times is not.

Sometimes the hum of rationality

infuses with my juices,

and the wistful blossoms are caught,

unawares.

Trapped,

they succumb to sanity,

caught in the prison of propriety.

Sometimes I sit here

in my blue funk,

and the whir of the little insects wings

compacts my silly dreams.

Do you taste as good as you sound?

I ask myself, perplexed.

Oh wicked thinker,

come to me!

Clarify the pretence of my reason

to the object of my desire!

Else leave me in the seam

of the killer bee.

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*Words by Natalie Brent

*Photograph by Candice Blom