I met myself
yesterday.
I was like
honey-mustard,
rich
and
tasted like gold.

My edges were
toasted
and
my feelings
color coordinated
wet without
the use of water.

But I realized
I no longer
wanted
to live
in my own mind,
not even
a second longer.

“You’re too quiet,” you told me.
“Speak up.”
I don’t think you mean it.

All you hear is the buzzing swarm
of words
busy in their work.

You have no patience
for the silky yellow honey
that is my voice.

I don't need a daisy
to tell me
he doesn't love me,
each sharp pick of a petal
of my skin
gives me a new answer
as he throws the ripped white
rubble of my body
over his shoulder
until I am nothing but a yellow core
full of the recipe for the
sweetest honey
you'll ever taste

Dripping honey
On my teeth
So I speak sweetly
You lap it up
Then shove
Salt down my throat
When you kiss
Me goodbye.

You are the sweetest wine to this alcoholic
You are a masterpiece outside of the museum
I love everything about you from your vibrant smile to the soles of your feet .
From your eyes that I get lost in time and time again to every curve and bend on that ethereal body of yours
That's why I don't hesitate to kiss the ground you walk upon
No woman can ever make me lust and love like you do
No woman can ignite flames of passion that make me want to orchestrate love to and devour you until you tremble in my arms.
I wish I could take away those words spiteful people put into your mind.
I wish you could see through my eyes, just glimpse how exalted you are, how you make me melt
When you see a cherry blossom do you think it wonders about the rose
My tongue only wants to explore your body, my eyes only has desires for you, my lips only wish to venture onto, to touch, to taste the sweetness of our love
For it's like honey
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i once was asked to describe him
to explain the aspects that rendered me
feeble, restless
for i was unable to answer
i'll give you
this

his eyes,
hues pulled straight out of a sunset lulled together
to create his golden honey palette
the ones that have me trapped
in a whirlwind of mania

his structure,
created from stardust
taken from only the brightest of stars
merged together to create his heavenly form
for this sight has left me
lurking through space
yearning for
more

his voice,
constructed from
the sweet strums
of achilles' lyre
the one he played
for patroclus
that led him
into a frenzy
of love and
desire

as you do with i

Don’t try to blame it on an anxious mind
You’re doing so good, honey.
Yes, you’re doing fine.
And for the first time in a long, long time you’re mine.