Blood may be thicker than water
but what we have is honey.
Syrupy strands hanging between us
every time we part, pooling at our feet,
an amber river connecting us from afar.
What we share cannot be counted
in a million bee hours,
in thousands of stamens
or in rays of brilliant sun.
You are my colony, my hive, my Queen Bee.
I revel in our sticky bond
and am sustained by your nectar,
Oh sweet ambrosia.