Barbs

The bee lifted off

from the flower

taking all the sweetness

that it had to offer

and her voice flowed

words of warm honey

a sad, sad song

as she pulled at

the barbs that he

left in her heart

Something Sweet

Saccharine is an artificial sweetner
the taste is not to my liking
When I have tea, honey is dripped

While the honey bee
has gone on strike
with no pretense of
serving humankind
honey becomes
a rare commodity

My Lapsang Souchong will be bare
with only thoughts
of you to sweeten it