Give me a dress made of honeybees
that I will wear in humming praise of summer,
that shimmies its blacks and yellows
across my body in waves,
each curve of bee a buzzing bead
that catches the sun’s rays as I move.
Let the whole street see my waggle dance
as my bee dress swarms and sings –
lifts me clear above the pavement,
leaving behind me a fine yellow dust,
a faint whiff of honey.