Bees Knees
You’re the bee’s knees between my knees.
Sweet as nectar,
Tart like blood.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Shopping for sheep,
Shopping for mercy,
Shopping for me.
To the naked eye
You’re just fine
But to the naked touch
Your skins too rough.
Your eyes too beady.
You’ve lost your touch.
The lone wolf in sheep’s clothing
Losing his meaning.
Copyright © Ira Dawson | Year Posted 2012
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