
This bee shaped bell
with her promise of love
and you plump with pollen
like a hand to her glove
Soft drum of you wings
amplified inside
peals of petaled laughter
from the bumbled bride
Then like a film in rewind
with a seamless turning
you emerge unperturbed
without pain or yearning
You just go on being
being a bee
with no regret or rupture
just being flying free