No one locates it deep inside
It’s just yours
They can’t find it
Even if they look
Yet, it’s pliant
Then one day some
Bee’s wondering ways
come round
Old in town
Knows where to
Shake it up
Bring you out
Find the spot that
Seems to hide
Just enough
To keep you
Confiding
in your place
Your mark
There he flies
Bending
For you
Saying the words that
Connect
In the dark
With your eyes
Closed
And he doesn’t even have wings
Yeah…
No moon light to
Show you
Anything
Just wringing round
Hearing sounds like
uh uh
Finding peaks half way
Finding buttons
Down rays
Of sparkling dark
night
Lithesome tag
He realizes it
And he’s got you twirling
round and round
His life
Right now
To surreptitious
Unshared
Yet, with Bee you
Bare
Everything
Even though it’s still dim
You covet him
Down there
With your lips
You have no wings either
But, delicious
He likes your
Comfort
For now yet, only hours
Have knowledge
of this place
and no friends can
find any space
to save you
iniquity
to some
who would not
dare to come
to this hint
you have argued before
that a tag
is for sure
an open door
and now you know
it
Bee, he’s not through
With you
Just building lag
For your embodiment
When he’s done
When you’ve quit
Are you sure he won’t
Come back
Steal this
Next time
hush-hush
its just a lithesome tag
and you wanted Bee
to find it…