Nest Queen

workers driven insane

by love lust suffocate

eachother

and burn in kinetic

fury

while she watches on

her empire of

male devotion

constructing worlds

out of nothing

for the promise of loyalty

whispered through

clacking mandibles

a prayer to the

hypnotic swell

which seemed indestructible

until great talons

tore asunder the enclave

and suddenly

manipulation

held no spell.

Wildfire

It begins as a smoulder

south of your left earlobe

I put it out with my lips

but it burns down vessels

along your neck

and shoulder

my mouth following

like a rain

unable to quench

a forest aflame

but neither of us stop

until both storm

and fire

are utterly

spent.