Bee Here With Me, Honey

There is honey 
in the cracks between 
my fingers.
There is dirt all up in 
my toes.
There are grass stains on 
my knees.
There are mosquitoes on
my arms.
There are patches of red skin peeling off of
my back.
There is laughter in
my ears.
There are kisses on 
my lips.
My lover and I are in
my garden.
There are bumblebees outside
my door.
There are friends here,
with me,
where home is made of love
and sweet sacred honey.


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