Heaven is of honey
and kisses
beeswork
blossomchannels
How do I know?
How could I forget?
Heaven is in the making
remains unfinished
a possibility
It there's a glimpse of it
In the little dance of tounges

As a reminder!

Heaven is all remembered
as an idea
for idiots
possessed by gods
that just waste space
and in case I wake up without a pen
I do not want to forget

That heaven is of honey
and kisses
Royal Jelly
for the queenbee
in the centre
How do I know?
How could I forget?