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.