humming bees

I am no where near dying

but I can find no room here

for breathing.

When first I laid eyes on you

I unfolded like papyrus layers

wet from the Nile.

This intricacy of doubts,

all wounds and scars

becoming something holy.

Iโ€™ve captured your voice, 

reassembled it in my throat

to not forget the way you sound.

A thousand humming bees

flitting from the catch in my throat

when I open my mouth to speak.

humming bees