ClosdDoor

head buzzes like bumble bees
around my ear
in the open room
i can hear
the frequency of wings
can feel the pain of
the almost stings

oh, you are
cloaked, holy and distant
oh, i am
bare, unchurched, and near

and fear
shuts me down
wings wait and fall
an attitude of a frown
disappointment, shhh
a closddoor, no bee no honey no sweet sentiments
anymore