Black Madonna Honey

While on a cross-country road trip, I listened to a CD version of Sue Monk Kidd’s sweet book The Secret Life of Bees. It was read by a woman with a wonderfully rich voice – and in one of America’s Southern accents. This voice made

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Nature’s Eucharist.

Bees are no altar boys,
smugglers of divine
booty they are:

Viscous golden light.

Might I too become a
lover of life’s corolla
and her sweetness.

©2009 Stephen Victor