Ode to the Beehive

Oh, what would it be if not high?

Unlike any other do you slay,

You are my comfort.

Bigger and bigger, you will never be high enough!

Yet, you satisfy me

And with every stare and every dirty look

You stand tall

Standing against the wind, the rain

and of course the endless judgements

Oh, what a boring world it would be if I saw you atop every crown

What a luxury it is to have you

ALL TO MYSELF

You are my strength, my power, my secrets

You are my fragility, my sexuality, my confidence

You are my wonderful, luxurious beehive

And may you never flatten.