I strive to be a part of the hive
The queen bee is the light of my eye, the spark of spark divine.
Her frequency speaks to me, peacefully, decency well balanced in her machinery
I drone out the static, feel the hum of her words
I strive to be part of the hive, so what's mine is hers
I step out to amass my bouqet prize
by her side, in line we all move in unison but i see her eyes meet mine, and they drag my mind free
under her spell atop a tree
Perfect hexagons, the sacred place we lie.
Her geometry runs through me, and the rest of the hive.
something about our little niche, resonance intertwine.
we form a bond that cannot be broken, even by time
sweet honey, many little gifts
out of place, we're in a race to outpace the smoker
my heart pressed against hers, love is more than a chemical bond or a word.
I feel her in my structure, my molecules, every strand has a brand with her lettering.
Her army does the wave as it collapse and our decibels refract.