Stinger

Virus light.
Sweet appetite.
Girlfriend calling.
Breath appalling.

Twilight reaches
Deep waves on beaches.
Turn down the pillow.
Your bending willow

Wants to break.
Nature’s mistake.
That's why she weeps.
Into river creeps,

Hoping one will notice
The wading water lotus
Born from sorrow.
Always tomorrow

To make the difference.
Just one more inference
Of being needy
For characters seedy

And hardened over.
A four leaf clover
Waits for its’ wisher,
Whose heart, a fissure,

Has carved its’ hope.
Send down a rope.
You know you need it.
Your fields are weeded.

Search for your seedling.
Just like a bee sting
Makes you feel special,
It’s warmth a petal

Across your hearts' threshold.


11/22/20