A man sitting on a stump, mouthing
fingerfuls of honey - flowers growing from his
scalp, dead petals all around his feet.
Bees crawling upon his shoulders, bliss unchained.
A woman approaches, brighter than death at
it's apex - she looks at this creature
of a man and sees only three
rotating spheres swimming through precise angles, mellifluous.
Beautifully, he says: "I don't belong here,"
Beautifully, she says: "Like the heavens, you
AN: Cheers. Here's to learning a unique, dynamic, and ever expanding dance.