Honeybee, honeybee
Tender in the world blue
She’d allow hummingbirds to sip sugar from the pits of her veins

They’d nest in the soft waves of her long dark hair, that sticks to her lips when the wind blows

An authentic woman
Bare faced, beautiful plain skin
Varicose veins popped on her softened cheeks
Roman nose, dark features
Promenade eyebrows
And dimples that dance when she smiles

Her body is similar to the one’s crafted from marble in Italy
Hippier than most, our mom would say
When she tries on a cream silk dress cradles her waist