Delilah Miller - The Beehive

Open your blessed throats,
honeybees of routine.
I will tell it all to you,
only to you,
because I'm a Siren of two seas,
love and monotony.
I know not one better than the other,
one lingers in the other.
I have only the earth, and its Time
as my eternal mother.

Shed the colors of your coats,
drones of a charlatan queen.
Let me drown you in blue,
soft, rocking blue.
Soon, you'll be intoxicated,
no, renewed and renovated
in simple frame of your skeleton.
With velvet fruit and luscious grass,
my voice will build you out of sweet grass.
It's only my words, but still a voice
to keep between your clothes when warmth won't last.

Delilah Miller

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beehive/