Apiary,

spread legs wide a glass jar for
the mouth of moths, all blue in folds of pink their wings the vein singing

cloth loss loosened from comb
the why for glass words mined in yellow always heart, always tender

lilac glimmer scrolled in breath
green stems along feather throatsquartz fetus in beating red light

where glimmer twins blinking unzipped
their black bones like plume rivers mending pistils under pollen, calyxed glass