My Phytophagous Love
Wrap me in wax, my phytophagous love. Hunker down against my chest, a chrysalis cocooning me, yellow and soft, deep in the hundred cells of our apiary. Apterous one, sit down at my table, come to feast on such nectars: girdle my abdomen and pull my hairless hips to yours; meet me in the active space, this field of flowers. Let us rest awhile in aestivation, a languorous sharing of our selves made over and again in ecdysis, in lips and ciliated skin, the metamorphosis of day and day; molting as we dress and undress, constructing, like the bees.
Tristan Beiter is a queer speculative poet originally from Central Pennsylvania. His work has previously appeared in such publications as Liminality, GlitterShip, Abyss & Apex, and Bird's Thumb. When not reading or writing, he crafts absurdities with his boyfriend and shouts about literary theory. Find him on Twitter at @TristanBeiter