The wasp queen

she will not sleep.
her wings trouble the glass
seeking the heat,
my breath. her lips are moist,

her wings trouble the glass:
they dwindle on
my breath. her lips are moist;
like mine they part

and dwindle on
the whiteness of my skin.
like mine they part,
those gleaming legs against

the whiteness of my skin.
she frets, her sting,
her gleaming legs against
me. she crawls in.

she frets, she stings.
she will not sleep.
me, she crawls in
seeking the heat.