Konch Magazine - bees by Valerie Deus

bees by Anonymous

and when i saw you
i fell for your tall trees legs and blue sky eyes
your calm bike chain lays in the garden
pretend homeme
The sun bleeds onto your face
staining it red 

We plan and sort and aren't the types to forget 
the comfort of a welcome
or badly bruised fingers caught in the seam of the door
In coffee shops I sleep in my thoughts 
and read my future in the strands of your loose hairs 
short and blunt
cut straight across the eyes 
here hidden in my pockets
you give me forever in a cup of coffee black 
no cream no sugar
like your women
the live women who fill the rooms where you are
breast and hips flow to fill the holes in your every day
they are strong the way sixty isn't enough for jeans, thighs or a new kind of lover
you make promises under a warm moon 
and I'm making jam from the berries in the backyard

there are no sharp edges in a letter written in haste
it's waves crash and dulls the grain of the page
round and kneeling it gives way to thumbs and crescents 
now I'm happy for you and happiness
finds it's home in my round mouth like a lie
to call out a name not given to me
neither by purchase, barter or lottery 
to get a phone is not having a conversation
a conversation with politeness is the nest of hair on your chest unshaved for me to see and it takes long to say what i want
The last time I came to visit i left the country. silly non, 
one can't hide from her pillows or dresser drawers, they come with you