muzzle of bees

there's a random painted highway

and a muzzle of bees

my sleeves have come unstitched

from climbing your tree

when dogs laugh some say they're barking

i don't think they're mean

some people get so frightened

the fences in between

the sun gets passed from tree to tree

silently

then back to me

with a breeze blown through

pushed up against the sea

finally back to me

i'm assuming you got my message

on your machine

i'm assuming you love me

and you know what that means

the sun gets passed from sea to sea

silently

and back to me

with a breeze blown through

pushed up above the leaves

with a breeze blowing through

my head upon your knee

half of it's you

half is me