bees
Valerie Deus
and when i saw you
i fell for your trees and blue skies
your calm bike chain lays in the garden
homemade dinners grows in the patio
taut, I shrugged and sucked my thumbkeys, wallet in the grass satisfies my sweet tooth
look and you won't see me
barely visible skim milk skin and silver moon
pied a terre behind the curtains
stroll by the small square
with stars and promises in pockets
our house in a postcard townwander as I walk to
creole street corner burn beeswax candles
by the Stewart voodoo moves to bebop rhythm
while we were walking
our palms fucking along
