They hurry to the hive

Making stops at where the fluids flow

Moving smoothly as they come and go

And whisper as they pass

In hums and beats that ripple like wings

And tickle their feets

And then the honey go.

With wiggling tails

And suspenders pulled

Wide out from chests that heave and ho

Deep down in the honeycomb

They swing around

In joyful bellows

With their happy fellow fellows

And shake when the honey go.

In glistening golds and browns

It pours unto and all around

Coating everything in its soul

Pulling people from their seats

Drawing them across the floor

Toward the so so sweet

That they call the honey go.

Voices shout and vocalists pout

And guitars slide so long

Spilling into the room

The richest, rightest of all the finest

Sounds that ever were

Weeping and groaning

Soulfully moaning

The achingly sexy hue

Of all that flows and alluringly goes

From show to show to show

And at every turn

They come to buzz

About where the honey go.

 

February 6, 2014

This poem was inspired by the blues club scene from the movie Black Snake Moan with Samuel L. Jackson and Christina Ricci.