Bee Milk

There is lime blossom On my tongue lingering still From our fragrant kiss Lip to lip at the gate The first invite to the bees Brimming me with pain It does not matter Longs as the lime tree remains Stars fall at your feet Blossoms are stars' seed Desire twinkles them like eyes Where my passions feed Silence then was bliss Absence makes now silent pain No stillness, no kiss And one whole today Of silence drift through the clouds Lime thorn in my skin I want now to taste Lime blossoms in your embrace Bee milk on my tongue