The Ants

The ants draw lines on my body
with their sweet little formations they make me their art
Their marching feet sew my cells together
Without them, I will fall apart
They help me feel
They help me move
Without them, I've nothing to prove
They carry messages from my heart and brain
and carry them along the tracks of my veins
The moths, they fly to my ear canals
Carrying all those sweet sounds for me to hear
Bees are buzzing so busy at my neck
Tickling a honey cologne, succulent engineers
My hair carefully crafted from the spool of a spider
It has its good days and its bad
Centipedes weave in and out of my fingers
making them wiggle in desired paths
The butterfly lifts my spirits
the praying mantis keeps me at peace
The stag beetle pinches to keep me in check
Crickets sing me to sleep
The ants draw lines on my body
with their sweet little formations they make me their art
Their marching feet sew my cells together
Without them, I will fall apart
Without them, I will fall apart