Two Bees

Surrounded by the ocean,
The ocean of our coral pool,
Coral only in its sheen,
And not bounded, only ruled,

By sea, but still, fuzzy as the sea
Must seem to any drunken,
Stumbling, lovesick bee,
By her sleeping beauty broken,

He bumbles up against his bug,
Just saved by me
From drowning with a shove,
Though, it appears, imperfectly,

As his undying love
Is his now for eternity,
Undone by the monstrous tub
That sloshes guiltily

Nearby, his late queen no doubt
Now dreaming of the trees;
Her mate, wobbling, walks about—
Loving is a matter of degrees—

And, moving slowly—no fool,
He—also plunges in the pool.