Candle in the Beehive – New Poem (Rough First Draft)
Candle in the Beehive
Whisper to me of magnificent things,
of the future, of our gorgeous mystery.
Talk of those difficult moments leading up
to that first kiss when neither of us knew
how the other liked it, until we were locked
at the lips and were suddenly firm with confidence.
Sometimes, I feel I could survive on the perfume
of your happiness.
You have the ability to make me forget about
the mystery of why my mood fractures.
You are headstrong when thoughts in my head
are thundering like ballistic hooves.
You become the candle in the beehive.
I remember when the pain of a broken arm
was beautiful, because I had you there holding
the other one. You, my mountain, my shadow.