Honey, like the nectar of the bees,
Sweet, fulfilling,
Embodiment of ease.

Honey, like the golden ***,
Gentle yet billing,
As if I've won the lot.

Honey, as if the milky skin tone,
Unique and touching,
Now no fear of being lone.

Sticky sickening saliva,
Of the comb,
You've injected me,
Toxicity in your home.

Your crook is my perfect pillow,
Your hair as careless
As the weeping willow.

A neck anchored with roots,
Your cold tip toes,
Smothered by boots.

Lips that revive, more than water can,
Each of your whispers,
Makes my heart fan.

Your goosebumps a trail, down abdomen,
Why won't you please,
Let me in.

The orange sky is my perfect light,
When people pause
And birds fault flight.

The tide rolls in,
Pulls troubles from my toes,
They can tumble
Wherever the sea goes.

An exorcism as the sky
illuminates and dulls,
My soul flies high,
To join the re acclaimed, pesky gulls.

Unsteady feet,
Tread cobbled, wobbled floor,
Little potted plants,
Dead at the door.

Salt in the air,
Flurries of sun
Entwine fair hair.

Cables zap as they shake
Up above,
In this place of chipped paint,
Lacking it's love.

Spray crashes over
The spread harbour arm,
Knocking out,
All of its charm.

A sweep of the gale,
All unsteady will fail
to keep postured posed and poised.

A flick of the mist,
wail of the lighthouse,
As the weather consumes,
The quaint little homes,
All torn up
In the turmoil of natures fumes.

I hate to think,
Ten years from now,
That I'm a what an if a maybe
a how.

I hate to think,
Fifty miles down the road,
You'll remember me
And how we shared a load.

I hate to think,
I hate the thought,
That we might not accomplish
the love we sought.

To all feminists I solemnly swear,
I will do what I want
With my own hair.

To all women and all men,
I won't abide by
Each of them.

To everyone of the human race,
Pinky promise I will not stand
A blow to the face.

I swear to all
I will not find any flaws
At all.

I promise suffragettes,
I will not have a life
Of nervous sweats.

I won't let a member of opposite ***,
Take my body,
And move onto the next.

I promise myself, I'll take what I give,
Surviving on extravagant or
Desperate ways to live.

I'll be strong, like the woman
I am meant to be,
I won't let words of others
define what is me.

I serenade with lit wicks,
Pave your way to me
With quick wit.

Smudged full lips,
On your skin,
Little crescents on your hips,
Where my nails dug in.

A baggy sweater,
Pushing against my shape,
Soft skin dragging
To my vacant gape.

Entice you with
what is mine,
To my body
Your love shall bind.