Bee Sting Babe #1

A lioness bathed in Beige

Her skin gleams in the shade.

Eyes Copper like daggers pierce deep.

Teeth Isabelline, sharp.

She is swift

In my mind

She is a hunter.

In the Eyes of the Black Beasts, Spectators

Warriors, Wenches

Men of Girth but No Substance

Men of Substance but little Girth

Blacks and Whites

But no Purples

A lioness bathed in Beige

They hunt.

But they won’t find her

They wont feast on flesh

Not tonight.

The Lioness will wake again and wander.

Eyes Copper like daggers

In my mind.

They can’t resist that sweet honey. They hate the path you prance along rhythmically. You Leave a golden trail of glitter.

A lioness bathed in beige.