beehive

I was stung by a bee #RIP bee :(

swarms of bees
chattering beside me.
Creases of my ears
covered in agave;
pollen dusting the air.
Stems bludgeoning
the crust of the soil.

Little wings flapping,
vibrating the air
like a radio wave;
sending a shiver 
in another language–
one I don’t understand.
Furry legs walk on lobes.

It makes me laugh–
all well knowing–
I could be stung.
But to me, it would be
a hole for
a gem on a conch,
a hoop on a helix.

All these pretty words
sung by the bees
entice me.
Sweeten the deal-
a whole hive
sent to me
to scare a beautiful growth.