Gemini season.
As mercurial as last year’s, I stumble less drunk on drink, and more drunk on honey.
I’ve been grinning like a kind of madman king, tiptoeing a silver lining.
This has been a period of joy, like an undigestable foreign object in my gut, but I want to keep it there.
Taurus drunken Taurus season, gave way to beehive twins.