Mel

Oh queen bee make of me
An instrument of your pleasure
Yes, and of your glory
For if it's a night of complete darkness
I taste the honeycomb of your honey
I dig the right clarity of the sky
And grab the sun with my hand
It's noon, it's midnight, it's all the time
Lick eyes, twist hair, witch let's go away
It's noon, it's midnight, buzz on the forehead
On the window, on the crack of the tile
Through the stairs, through the door, through the road all the way
Anima of life the bosom of the forest
Love lends to the deserted beach buzzes in the ear, shell of the sea
Oh bee, honey mouth, carmine, fleshy, red
Oh queen bee make of me an instrument of your pleasure