Hum

I pass my hands over you in rhythm
Figure 8s I gently rock to summon energy
Infuse you with the life
While outside I hear humming like a hive of bees
But more condensed in this bright white quiet room
As if crammed inside
Some empty Campbell’s soup can
The lid cut open and a bit ajar
A concentrated stream of sound forcing its way out
Breathe, I should, breathe
But if I do my breath might drown the sound
Too much straining to hear it anymore
The hovering 8s are sound enough as they channel air
And I fear not hearing this humming anymore
Please tell me while I watch you sleep
That you can hear that humming sound like bees