I know that in late May
The lilac bushes outside my front door are full of blossoms and bees
My doorstep smells like life, and temporary things, and the man I will one day love
Greedy to become this sweet scent, I was once stung on the corner of my eyelid
I hadn’t noticed the soft buzzing sound that you can hear once you are quiet
Bees only become dangerous when I’m around
I know that a weighty summer breeze is better than most sex
This see-through nothingness makes love in innocence and truth
Sense is heightened, mind is comforted, and it lasts as long as the sun
The wind never forgets how to breathe my body in and out
There’s no before and after
I know there’s a not a big difference between love and forever
I remember just the breath of a lover on my neck, that time just before
In between lovers and the lost, life happens
It rains and we get weighed down with water dripping from the sky
I don’t know where the bees go
From that space between the lilacs and the bees
The midair of bewilderment and rich opportunity
Full of it and fat with possibility
The suspended breath in between everything
Where we think there are beginning and ends