Tattooed

All pleasures take this road
those who indulge they goad
then, the bees that swarm
having yielding honey’s charm
they flee but on the heart
a lasting sting impart -Boethius

Last night I kept you, caught
in my dreams, I held onto you
all the hours of the night

I would wake, alone, remember
and drift back into the delight of you

I held you on my tongue
like a sugar cube and let you
slowly melt, lubricating me
with pleasure

Boethius warns of the sting
that comes
with the honey’s charm
and I wonder
what’s the lesson in pain, when you
would be happy to do it again?

You are like the honey and the comb
sought after and sucked upon
I have never known one so cocky
so full of charm…so young
to stick my hand in a hive
of a thousand bees would be
to free me, gleefully

For though the bite is sharp and strong
the pleasure that comes before it, seeps
into me, like sweet poison

Last week on the forearm of a stranger,
I saw a bee so large and faint
nestled beneath a thin layer of skin,
she ran her fat fingers over
the dyed yellow and said, I love it,
its new

And I knew exactly what she must
be going through