Little Acorns

Just drive deeper into the unknown.
Dust bellowing up from behind like a murderous storm, or a woman.
Take a deep breath, choke on it.
Avoid the pitfalls, traverse the scene. Glide.
The pulsating beat of the heart of her is near now, so close I can taste her
feel her
want her.
Silence, except for a bee. A single bee. Buzzing just for me.
Buzzing just to be
a Bee.

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Wench, bring my ale, what say you?