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Confusion buzzes in my head
like a swarm of angry bees
that have lost their queen

I crave the sweet nectar
of love words
dripping smoothly from your lips
like honey off a comb

But I get
peanut butter and jelly promises
an unwelcome substitute
that sticks with dryness
rather than desire