Honey Covered Lies
Sweeter than the truth
Poison in my system
Botox in my veins.

Honey Covered Lips
The sweeter they taste
The stronger the dose.

Sour scented citrus,
Sweet, slimy syrup.
That’s me!
Sour lemon,
Sweet honey.

My heart burns and
Emotions rise up
In acidic scent,
Sticky, icky, stingy
Sour lemon sweet honey.

The love stings and sits on cuts.
While honey glazes and gives warm hugs
As it finds a cure in the blood
Wherever it may be
With the right combination of:
Sour lemon and sweet honey.

their laughter drifts into the air.
her honey irises sparkle
every time his smile
warms up the room.
these moments with him
form sugar crystals.
the crystals are kept
close to her heart
as her love for him grows.

We carry our fathers on our backs,
honey boys to their joys and violence,
absorbing their frustrations in memory
or dispersing their cries into indifferent winds.

Our hearts listen for the end of the cycle
powerless to the mind beating the rhythm anew
and the soul’s prayers for forgiveness
bounded in an eternal history of all tears.

Even Jesus felt betrayed by the father
and knew that peace only comes
with the last soft shuffle of dirt
and the new born son’s first scream.

hold my hand
touch the skin on my arms
and shoulders
let your irises dance between the stars in mine
venus sleeps under her tongue and in her throat
like grass blades under my thighs
narcotic eyelashes

scrape the surface of my lips
cut figure eights into our palms
dripping blood on rose confetti

tethered by a cruel fixation
a cold park bench
vulnerable and wanting
withdrawal

trace the space between my waist and hips
follow the scars on my knees and wrists
intoxicating movement

flesh out the needle burn my throat with the spoon
like honey
like a warm bath

the stars are fading now

Golden honey
Drip down my spine
Love me
Until your breath sweetens what’s left of mine

honey tumbled from her lips
her kisses dusted with powdered sugar
even the stars
Fell
at the softest of her silken sighs