Modus Operandi of a GreyBee:
Often presentable, rarely interested in figuring out the social gambits. Better as busboy, cook, or even waiter than your dinner date. Sitting across from you at that table I quickly loose sight of the time & sensibility’s.
The world feathers out vignetting the cornucopia of mish mash commercials bidding for my attention.
Before me, You… trying to draw words in a sense of moment justification.
Me before, You. with a dangle of hair dancing from the soft citrus air, reflected sparkling eyes from my background lighting, twittering hands without a place in time. Reaching for me all the while, trying to set your silver down. Shoulders leaning, head tilting, ears perched to pounce that sound.
Me, Before You.
Speechless
Often presentable, rarely interested in figuring out the social gambits. Better as busboy, cook, or even waiter than your dinner date. Sitting across from you at that table I quickly loose sight of the time & sensibility’s.
The world feathers out vignetting the cornucopia of mish mash commercials bidding for my attention.
Before me, You… trying to draw words in a sense of moment justification.
Me before, You. with a dangle of hair dancing from the soft citrus air, reflected sparkling eyes from my background lighting, twittering hands without a place in time. Reaching for me all the while, trying to set your silver down. Shoulders leaning, head tilting, ears perched to pounce that sound.
Me, Before You.
Speechless
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