(—How long will you stay here.

Maybe longer. Sometimes,

the bee has so much pollen, it can’t fly!

and lands on the drunk camelia.

I watched you sleep,

delicious flesh, I watched you rise,

you made the dawn jealous,

you kept the future of the day inside,

not showing,—

And when you left, you were

so everywhere! torn spark. The night

had used you up, but you kept going—)