He carries bumblebees in his mouth,
flutter fat and gold striped black at the back of his teeth
every grin buzzes honey and venom.
Which is why you swell where he kisses
those raised red welts where the lancets dove
melittin and histamine mixed with adoration.
His smiles are bumblebee flight
sporadic lift and shredded aerodynamics
the uncertain thrust of cheek muscles like four-part wings
fighting gravity, the world seen in spectrums stretched into the ultraviolet
where the self-destructive sting has the last defense.