Maybe love is

Maybe love is in a rainbow
in the shins of bumble bees
the corner of a snowstorm 
where an iris buries deep
I'm a crushed lung in mourning
at night I breathe through my teeth
I'm stuttered by the feeling 
of her ribs rising beneath me
Maybe love is the snowstorm
the sting of worker bees
in the oily rainbow of a puddle
a spring where flowers sleep

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