We’re stuck between positive and negative polarity. And the wind will lift us off the ground, for our bones are hollow. Like a mocking bird or swallow… this bone marrow we’ve found will anchor us to the ground.

Like magnets clung to opposing sides, we’ll hold the chest of mine. This mercury boiling in lungs like cauldrons steam up through throats parting lips that’ll hiss:

“Do you see this? Do you hear this?”

“My flower, do you feel this?”

As insects move and work in time, you and I share the same hive-mind. Birds chirping above bears contemplating the sweet nectar of the journey, now stick your tongue in beehive’s honey.

Stick your tongue deep into it; diamond lips - coated bliss.

“My flower, do you feel this? Lay back if you wanna see this. Close your eyes if you hear this. Spread your legs if you wanna feel this.”