The branches are overhead,
Leaves flutter in a light breeze.
Sparkled sunlight fits across my eyes
as I lay upon the roots.....
A foundation to my thoughts,
moist earth and pine I breath.
Warmth and coolness both touch in me
these thoughts of life.

These senses betray my solitude.
As always, I dream of you.
The voice of bees hovering
just out of reach
round in my head.
Electrifying my psyche
Igniting my fire.

Tears fill the corners of my eyes
unbidden they form
as I long for your touch.
My tongue slips to my lips
imagining your taste.
Its honey of course, bee nectar.

A velvety taste soft 
as the bumble bee's back.
Eyes dark and deep
This buzzing bumble bee.
Fingertips light as the bumble bee's wings
upon my soul.
I yearn for the sting.