Finders Keepers VII

[hived]

It has various shades from nearly white to deeply golden that are honey-lipped and dipped in evening by the simplicity of sweet wine,
Enriched with frequent light and patterns chasing stalks of clover and Hawaiian honey-creepers twisted sweet with words;

As if music's instrumental heart broke,
As if with beekeeper hands he tries to touch the perfect female,
Four wings and in a somewhat crazed bout of antiquity,
she displays the beautiful expression of honey suckle.

And her golden spots cast shadows against the glare of sunlight.