Beehives

Your indifference poisons the water

That I drink from your beauty.

Your mellifluous words are honey in

A cup of tea and Cantarella.

I want to hurt you with my words, but I know

That these stings and needles

Cannot cut your paper thin skin

.

.

.

So I swear to myself

— I’d rather love a dying flower

.

Muse, I don’t know

How long I’ll stay thirsty; how long will I

Care about this garden?


.

Nothing can make you love me, but what

Can make you lose me?

Water my love everyday — kill me little by little

.

Patterns of beehives — I fly around her

As if she was a pretty lily.

I beg her to

Water my love everyday

.

ML

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I told myself that I’d occasionally repost some of my old material, so…

I hope you enjoy my poem Beehives & Rosa e Lírio (Rose and Lily).

Update: I just removed the picture. I guess I’ll save Rosa e Lírio for later. Personal reasons — “Lily” was, and still is, a very special person. I will keep the link, anyway.

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