Fragrant bee bodies
dance a map to fertile flowers.

Nectar traded for pollen,
returned to hive,
passed from mouth to mouth,
until it becomes honey.

I want this kind of telluric ecstasy,
the unkept asters, the lure of
available petals,
my body covered in scented offerings.

So I was thinking of
shedding all my other selves –
I was thinking of rose on my ankles
and lily on my breast.
I was thinking of the rapturous buzz
of returning to the hive,
sticky and full.