The Beehive

My thighs are the beehives 

rising from bath water 

they are golden and sweetly kissed

heavy drops of honey

melting from the candles 

surrounding me

a place of resurrection

holy.

Where my heart can make puddles

without anyone noticing

how big her splashes are.

I hold my body like a daughter

tracing circles with my fingers

over every opened wound

whispering,

Thank-You.  

Printed with a soft satin finish. 
8x10