i shook the bar flies
from my hair,
and scorched
holes
through tales i hadn’t
shared
in swarm gone wild that
would not
dare
subdue their
buzz..
..because.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
i shook the bar flies
from my hair,
and scorched
holes
through tales i hadn’t
shared
in swarm gone wild that
would not
dare
subdue their
buzz..
..because.
hands in the garden 
Wow, the imagery this conjures is deep and dark. It sort if reminds me of Lush Life, that old jazz standard by Billy Strayhorn.
Oh wow. I am flattered and glad it conjured such a reference. All the best!