Queen, you are fathomed
By Joseph Spece
Exalted life
this
not because you know
slavish attention
or sit
bathed in the royal jellies
and rarer distillates
nor because it commences
backlit all
by droning buzz and the mellow
scent of lilac
but for your ignorance of desire
for your cloistering, Liege
Never wondering
what tastes abound
in distant clusters
so rich is your interior
your fecundity
your multiple dark imaginings
Never saying
as I do
Why and again Why
Never saying
as I do
to the world of surrounding combs
Do you think I may someday escape
