no one else saw my wings
I hung around beautiful fields and
brilliant bees but I flew too fast for
them to see. landing momentarily or hovering
you called me a hummingbird
yet u see past the haste and the buzz
and as I drank the nectar dripping from under
you’re clipping my wings unknowingly
although you call it slowing them
so you can see the light shining through.
you’re dripping, and im forgetting how to fly
and I’m sliding, trapped in venus
a paper fly,
you’re as sticky as rubbed off luck
and I’m sugar sap scared
that I’m already stuck.