3-Word Prompt: Kiss, Fairy, Bees

I sneak through the cracks, My thick, shapely stem Curving toward the sunlight, My head defying cement. I look around me Thinking I am one of many — Our seeds were dispersed At the same time. But Dais

We carry each other's secrets Like illegal weapons Hidden in our jacket pockets Close to our hearts And into the backs of belt loops Close to our most private of parts. Our cold, metal protections are

Like cold butter, I was always meant To be softened – Whether by time Or warmth Or being left out too long. I was always meant To be part of something better Something bigger – Not a standalone and sa