Apiary

Let me be your apiary.

​

Uncap me like honeycomb.

Scrape away my protective seal.

​

Sit by the flickering flames

Tempting the teapot to rumble

While I warm up for you.

​

Let me infuse your cuppa,

Ease the distress

Clawing up your throat.

​

Feel me drip sweetness on your lips

And rub wax

Along the cracks

Of your worn out heels.

​

Allow me to comb through

Every rough and weary ache

Until you feel smooth

And whole

And soothed

Back into your warm glow.

​

Until you feel like you

Again.

​

- s.g.

​

Apiary: a place where bees are kept; a collection of beehives.

​

Other great reads:

Dublin Ribbons

What's in a night's sky?