vespidæ
standing quietly
eyes closed
trusting
hearing
feeling
wings thrumming
finest legs land
rest
dance on my lips
pausing tasting
gone
leaving just a barest hint
of perilous sweetness
trust maybe misplaced
but answered
this time
without risk
absent faith or hope
or love
presence is lost
life is joyless
empty and surely
gone
7th September 2019