Bottled up in
Ecstatic anticipation.
But at least it’s like I’m stuck in honey.
Meanwhile the
Amber drips
Slowly
Down your hungry
Lips.
Stir me into a whirlpool in your tea.
I’m
Suspended
Until you twirl your finger
                                                inside.
Dissolved.
There’s a little bit left on your chin.
And I’m sorry, Honey,
But it looks like I’m even stuck in your hair.