honey bee

it is the sly hour with the story of your smile,
smile with which you simulate your absence

absence that welded in you, my presence,
presence that seems to start daily with a new
foreplay for testing your balance

balance placed between loving and forgetting
enough to pollinate your eardrums

eardrums that hear me buzzing tenderly, like
a honey-bee; catty, like the story of your smile


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