My mouth
may be as ***** as a sailor's,
but I promise you
my lips
are as sweet as honey.

I feel like lemons and limes
Sprinkled in sugar
The sour, covered
Soaking in the sweet salt
To become tangy

Maybe I’ll become a peach
Sugary to the pit
Dipped in honey
And brown sugar
Finally mature

A divine red steals my attention
My gaze can not be broken
To flow like no other
Color so profound

Within it is wisdom, beauty and all of the truths
The purest it can be
This view is my muse
Here I find, roses, water and honey.

He said
          “You’re a bear.”

I said
          “No, I’m a fish.
          Two fish, actually
          Swimming
          in opposite directions
          One tells me: Do it!
          The other says: Oh no
          you betta don’t!”

He said
          “No. You’re a bear.”

I said
          “No. Actually,
          I’m a monkey.
          A crazy, funny monkey
          who can pick up stuff
          with his toes
          then wonder when
          I’ll evolve
          (Even my pops used to call
          me his 'little monkey'.)”

He said
          “Just face it.
          YOU.
          ARE.
          A.
          BEAR.”

I said
          “I beg to differ,
          I am a night owl
          that stares at stars
          or watches Friends
          reruns in the wee hours
          of the morning.
          Ask me a question
          I’ll show you how
          wise I am.”

He said
          “Do you know that
          you are a bear?”

I said
          “Nope. I’m a snake.
          I have tremendous
          sympathy for others,
         great depth of perception
          Am intense, passionate,
          determined,
          at times, headstrong.”

He said
          “But, you are also a bear.
          A hairy bear.”

I said
          “Fine. I’m a bear.
          Are you happy?
          I’m grumpy, lumbering
          & hate bees.
          I’m hairy,
          I hibernate.
          I.
          Am.
          A. Bear.”  

(after a taste
          of honey)

I said
          “And what are you
          Hmmm…?”

He said
          “I’m an otter.
          hairy & cute
          just like you
          Now, give me your paw
          Let’s go splash
          around in the river.”

the words stick in my throat like
honey in a spoon
coating my tongue and teeth
threatening to trip them up
on words like untied shoelaces
and fallen tree branches
as you reach through the phone
with spring blossom fingers
and dig cavities into my chest
looking for the heart that
you know sits underneath
in your wake lies regret
icy like melted snow
running down mountainsides
through creeks and ravines
chasing the cold winter air
and tugging warm spring behind it
with a noose of daisy stems
and i feel the newborn grass drop out
from beneath my bare feet
at the sound of your raw voice
traveling a distance too short
for me, and too long for you
and i tell you through my mouthful
of honey
that i do not regret it
for a single second
and i had more to say
but my jaws are glued shut
with sickly sweet resin
it is a miracle that i can
force them open long enough
for a 'good night'
and if you are disappointed
that i did not say more
i am not sorry
for refusing to force
my tongue and teeth
to say things i do not mean
to say to you
even if the words would
make you smile
that is not my lot in life
and maybe one day i can
try once more to be at ease
with the sound of your voice
in a small cellphone speaker
but for now
i will swallow thickly
around my mouthful of honey
and bid you
a bittersweet
farewell

Her lips.
Rose petals
dipped in honey.

this is a contemplation
about he who i love oh,
so dearly

when he was created
i think the being we call God wanted to show off

why else would he (my beloved) seem to have been marinated with honey by an angel’s bottom
voice soft and angelic
eyes glistening
smile widening

how perfect could a human being be?
he must’ve been God’s favorite!

— that would explain how such a perfect human could walk on this very earth i do
and why he would never be mine

Sickly sweet as drops of
Rich golden residue stays stuck
Between my rotting
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