of all the hearts i've held inside this cage
this one is by far the fiercest. it wants love
to conquer death, and will settle for nothing
less, will do anything to get what it desires.
you can move closer, you will be safe.
to you it will seem a beehive and a gate.
and you will not have to do the work -
harvest the honey, pound at the gate;
honey will pour forth like a flood, and the gate
will pound like a fist to get you to enter.
poem by Andreas at Untitled