Melinda moves and breathes for her husband Frank,
And favors cappuccinos in the morning and midday naps on Friday afternoons,
While sleeping Melinda is whisked away by a willowing woman with faint limbs
She transports Melinda over islands of mountanious terrain, sparkling green hills, crystal clear water and oceans of apples and apricots,
She whispers in Melinda’s ear; “I’d like to be a bee.”
Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz
Melinda flickering in and out of consciousness hears a swarm of bees.
Bzz Bzzz Bzzz