Taste
From whence your honey cometh

A slow flow

Sticky situation sensational to our senses
Since

Lips got close enough to read past prayers
On the vapor trails venting from our
Vocal cords

This transcends sweetness
The rocks that bare your amber nectar
When cracked upon connection
In the land we both desire to lay our heads
Wade and cross rivers like Oyono
Make maps of heaven upon your spine
With sublime digits

The bees will clamor and tea will feel lonely without.

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Ifeanyi N. Okoro II © 2018