nectar

stargazers salivate
for the acetylene touch
and for the butane flare

we are pangaea's drift
like mirror veins traveling the skin
tectonics among us
dreams of binary stars

i had wanted this
to die

the little honey bee
perched upon the blossom

the star-crossed sex of lilium

the way her eyes looked
next to the fire

the way nectar
stifles airflow
in the bronchial tubes