Honey Part I

Honey Part I

Ambered honey crystallizes

with six sides in my mind.

Sticky sweet, dripping from

the rim slowly in large droplets.

Prisms fly as they catch

the light.

Sweet with a bite,

amber and gold,

no maple syrup here.

Your tongue in my mouth.

Your hands gripping mine

with a fierceness I cannot comprehend.

Breathless gasps, fogging my glasses with our excitement.

Deep-seated pleasure,

Cloying pressure.

Your head rests on my shoulder,

I can feel the sweat as you kiss my neck.

My hands on the wide expanse of your back.

Pentagons.

Honey crystallizes with six sides in my mind.

We are honey,

slowly slipping from the rim,

falling through the air,

catching the light as we fall.

You tend my figs so carefully,

keeper of my orchard, my vineyard.

I climb your trees, swing from your lovely limbs.

I pick your apples, and I eat them with honey.

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