Queen, you are fathomed

Exalted life

                         this

not because you know

slavish attention

                                     or sit

bathed in the royal jellies

     and rarer distillates

nor because it commences

             backlit all

by droning buzz and the mellow

                scent of lilac

                       but for your ignorance of desire

                       for your cloistering, Liege

Never wondering

               what tastes abound

           in distant clusters

                                               so rich is your interior

                                                           your fecundity

                          your multiple dark imaginings

Never saying

                          as I do

            Why         and again                 Why

Never saying

                          as I do

                          to the world of surrounding combs