powerless
April 25, 2010
The little sexy bee glances and averts
her brown eyes in measured shiness-
her skin bounces honeyed light,
and we feel moth
drifting in a hot midsummer night.
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
beighartman
captainwinklestein
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
ladydarnell
philip santos
rcribay
Roger Mugs
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
tynedaile
April 25, 2010 at 10:43 pm
Ay, this is picture perfect.
April 25, 2010 at 10:44 pm
Especially in conjuction with the title.
April 26, 2010 at 5:07 pm
“honeyed light”–nice.