Lemon Balm

Sitting on a ledge

In my mind

Thinking of honey bees circling a lemon tree

I whistle a tune about your honey

That lingers in my mouth

But it’s about lemon balm, lemon balm

That actually lingers in the sun spots of my mind,

When I heard your secret

Song

Creak through a dark hallway

And light up

The dingy, sorry excuse for an existence

That I kept trying to pretend was a bright, sunny day

Like summertime, and you

Know how I hate summer—

I found that your Aurora lights

Captured a new dream.

Sitting closer to the end of the ledge

In my mind,

I feel the bees humming and buzzing near my ear,

And I breathe in that perfume of that springtime Lemon Balm,

It’s lingering like the lipstick your momma left on your face, that you tried to take off,

And how I long

To hear about Lemon Balm,

And face it’s natural potency,

And to be able to take it in my hand.

Maybe, hold

Your hand, too,

And though you are smart (I know you’re smart)

I’ll just hope it’s you and me one day

Away from the ledge, safe and sound.