Honey: a short poem


The sweetness of raw honey,
Cloned from the sweetness of your words.
Such sweet, lovely lullabies
As your lips press against my brow.

The lingering taste of golden drops,
Sprung from the luscious lips of you.
How our tongues delightfully play
As your thumb carresses my cheek.

An alluring pool of wild honeycombs
Beg to look into my ocean blues.
And as our bodies melt
Into loving waves of amber,
I fall, so sweetly, in love with you.

Artwork by Boyana Petcova


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