A man sitting on a stump, mouthing

fingerfuls of honey - flowers growing from his

scalp, dead petals all around his feet.

Bees crawling upon his shoulders, bliss unchained.

A woman approaches, brighter than death at

it's apex - she looks at this creature

of a man and sees only three

rotating spheres swimming through precise angles, mellifluous.

Beautifully, he says: "I don't belong here,"

Beautifully, she says: "Like the heavens, you

belong everywhere."

AN: Cheers. Here's to learning a unique, dynamic, and ever expanding dance.