in a name

Bumblebee- You called me after Greek decifering- referenced preistess lore, new moon mischeif and I, smiled, an indolent sweet. How many moons passed before the night cleared from your vision, I stood- complete and marbled, finally real. The late night spinning is my holy honey making, but you could only turn, and address- Bumblebee- Yet your no where near the sting. Written July 4th, 2001 © on Jul 04 2001 02:26 AM PST   0 • 13