Worker Bee

The hourglass toppled over me
Richest nectar moving south
Gracefully as if a floating bumblebee 
hushed by each sting from her mouth 

Massaging each ball sucked in by quick sand
Time frozen as the hourglass is hidden 
With each bob of her head gold is panned 
Materials and worries all become ridden 

Crisp is the air as she continues to flare
The pot boiling over until a flood 
Honey in her hair angrily she stares 
Eyes opened I hit the ground with a thud 

The bumblebee buzzes by while I dry
My heated hive drizzling with honey
Out of a thick hard shell she did pry  
An insatiable thirst and unsustainable gluttony

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