Naps for Bees

NAPS FOR BEES Kimberly Diamond

We enter unencumbered fluidity With the permission of nights concession We walk inside walled and waiting, no air in porous hands

A pushed sound to walls un-edged A scratched greeting singing songs from old familiars A walk on backs of those who’ve sung before A touch so soft a hug changes meaning A kiss completely in lines

The suction of tempered sand Euphoric when the garden provides no relief Cut layered seepage running down to meet with smells unsung A cacophony is screamed in the pith of the juicy orb

Spin me inside your solid form

It has begun