there is the whisper if

the bee 

wants to whisper in

-it's her, i know it is, 

with those words and those 

eyes, the panic shaped hair, 

with legs like the warmth 

you get from a blanket-

want to get wrapped in 

them. 

i want her tongue on skin,
teeth nip lip,
her pretty hands 

entwined in mine, 

i want her to lie to me 

about love, 

i want to be lied to, 

i want to be forgotten, 

but i can't forget. 

i am a fool, a coward, 

and, i hope, she is too.

i can't whisper with this tongue 

all swollen, 

it has barrelled itself in words.