Honeybees

~Faty

And then instead of a love story, I wrote a poem.

First draft:

Final:

Honeybees

There’s a blank page in my sketchbook

And I will fill it up

With minute, lead-flavored handwriting,

Because I can’t write enough

About the fireworks in my brain,

The thunderstorms in my soul,

And underwater volcanoes

Erupting in my heart.

I am yearning to feel your feverish heat

And your tiny, shiny eyes

Reflect their love on mine.

Darling, your scented voice

Is attracting the bees;

Don't let them steal my honey.

I will not file a lawsuit

While I myself can take care of these.

I’m thinking of the blood

I want on my hands

From killing you mother, your father, your friends.

Let’s have a funeral

For the supplemental population;

Who needs them when

You have me

And my unending adoration?

The rain is a pathway into the humid summer,

Or the Mediterranean winter,

Leading to a world where grows only love.

Let’s capture and cultivate

That feeling that stalks us

When we meet by the waters.

People frown, but I don’t bother,

And we just laugh.

I've had nightmares where you cry your heart out,

Alone, in an empty row house,

In the third darkness of the night.

You take refuge behind the love seat

Where we used to lay, in secrecy and peace.

I swear my cell phone is a drug dealer

With whom I exchange stolen credit

For your words, my pleasurable pills.

Although, reanalyzing these frightful syndromes,

I can find cure

In breaking my phone into pieces.

The distractions, I would then

Pick up and trade

For a dose of real, live, and rare kisses

And a painkiller embrace

Only you can create.

My father, a businessman, once said:

“Dear, I know nothing of business.”

It reminds me of how our love

Is like Mr. Lockwood’s bankrupt sardines;

While adding a zero

To the ‘10% off’ sign on my heat,

I ignore the bigger steaks outside

That are falling from above.

When you lingered over me,

Darling, you made my larynx lethargic.

One step closer and you would have heard

My body explode

As hot blood would have rushed out of my bones.

By now, you must know you got me;

Why else would I grab a knife?

It’s to stab that other girl that you might like!

I have had to endure despicable thoughts.

You thought: “How desperate a soul is hers,

She will haunt me for a long.”

You should have killed me

While you had it all.

Because now I’m killing everyone

In the pain of my own pleasures

That still make me fall.

It is indeed a feeling of liberation and glee

To taste the iron in my tears,

Feel the low pressure in my lungs,

Smear my fingertips with the graphite of my musings,

Taste the cappuccino in my tongue,

And dress up just the way you liked me to be.

And when I make the children smile

I see you smiling at me.

For years I have made myself  promise;

I will call my first son ‘Jonah’.

When we danced on the musk-filled rooftop,

Remember backing me up against a tree?

With a hint of madness in my breath

I asked you to apologize – to me –

Like Jonah, under the three depths

Of the dark sea.

‘Repent and sin no more!’

Says the painting on my wall.

You have always been stronger,

You face the world as you think you ought to be,

Face the fondness of the old and,

Quite comically, the giddy honeybees.

But darling, now is the moment –

Now, I need you to face me.

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