words drip like honey
from your chin
i lick up the syllables
that make me grin
teasing me with talk
of your favorite sins
and then making new ones
against my skin

honey drips out
of your words
onto my lips,

you melt
all my walls down
and sugar coat
this heart of mine
as you dip me
in your love ♥️

in an ancient forest                      a chalice somewhere raises
dirt ridden murmurs                   in a temple of fire
caress the roots of                        beeswax begging
the trees                                         for raw sin
no one kneels                                at the foot
where there is flame                    in the palm
seal the sarcophagus                   we break bread
into the immortal night              binding books
we meditate                                 in holy dreams
for medicine                                we won’t need
honey burns                                us dogs of hell
gentle call                                    in the light.

You were sweet, yes. I won’t be the poet who compares you to honey for it, but yes. You were honey.
But not for your sweetness; honey–
Not in spite of your acid, but because of it.

You are the gods painted
in our imperfect, mortal image.

In your mortality, in your burning
In your acidic, golden eye.

Honey.



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In your embrace
worlds of sorrow
fall apart
in shambles
Mountains crumble
into molehills
Oceans rise
and
My fear dissolves
into honey  
that turns piping hot tea, sweet

I'm left with that warm fuzzy feeling
that could cure any
ailment

O beloved
such is your love

honey
drips
out
of
your
words,

you melt
all my walls
down
and sugar coat
this heart
of mine

Honey flows
down your arms
closing the eyes
you feel the softness
you taste the sweetness
you live the deepness.

You rise your arms
the honey flows
falling with the stars
the honey glows.

Along with the music
you dance in the space
your existence is elusive
but your heart is the grace.

She can be
Sweet as Honey
Sour as Lemon
Depends...

©  2020 Jim Davis

A honeybee stings hard.
It draws back its sword and speeds;
Did it harm itself?