My Obsession with Bees

From the introduction

I was spinelessly mesmerized.

They, (like my heart, flutter) –

Are singing of work like joy

I wonder at the emotion that is put forward

In such a thing

And how do all live colors not make dizziness

A part of focusing

As I pull in

(Move a little closer, both my arms stretched out)           

Inch by inch

(Just a quick breath before I set the foot down)

And I know that I could die this time

I will not move a muscle, no when I let go

So, I could make my home the hive

I am so mechanical. I must let go

Oh lord, my obsession with things

I feel the sunlight on my skin

It’s peaking through as much as my

Squinting eyes will let it in

Idiocy and this need to be

Close to something as beautiful as a pin

As I pull in

(Move a little closer, both my arms stretched out)

Inch by inch

(Just a quick breath before I set the foot down)                                   

The background fades

(Fixed on the way you’re clinging to my body)

When I close my eyes

(Nothing seems cloudy)

And I know that I could die this time

I will not move a muscle, no, when I let go

I would love to make my home the hive

I’ve become so mechanical

I must let go

Oh lord, my obsession with things

It’s funny how you sense that I see that you know

That you’re a million different things with one common goal

You find more than image inside of a rose

And I know that I could die this time

I will not move a muscle, no, when I let go

I would love to make my home the hive

I’ve become so mechanical

I must let go.

I could die this time

I will not move a muscle, no, when I let go

Oh lord, my obsession with things

Oh lord, my obsession with things

©2011 Megan Slankard