A Bee In Your Hive

We have been walking together long Our spaces don’t resonate in unison The message I get is not the message you give The face I see is not the face you show You wonder how do I know. In the wild world you survive Speak many languages to thrive You are like a forest where the trees talk On your flat face chameleons stalk And on the cactus thorn roses grow. A pigeon carries the beats of the heart far All the carved words your lips don’t share The desert storm in your wasteland wanton Blows sands to exhume your skeleton from beneath your skin you don’t show. The voice I hear is not the voice you have The smile I see is not the smile you own You wonder how do I know In your hive I am a bee That’s how I would know.