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TheBlackBird Jul 2021
You were all honeysuckle kisses
That led to bee sting lips

The one last glass of wine
that I knew was a mistake

But I drank you anyway
Karijinbba Jul 2021
Now what do we poets do
When we fall in love ?
Unable to sleep the
Master bedroom frozen,
Their divan on fire.
Hearts longing throbbing
fire and ice peach cobbler
can't suffice to apeace.
Brains deeped in energies
of color purple in hearts.

Her poet longing for her diamond cave behind
her Jimmie Angel,
And El Salto del Moro
Waterfalls!
His poetess thirsting
for his jewls
behind his Dhrudhiya
swelling on monsoon
His Padajhar Mahadev
Waterfalls
She's dreaming with his
Mount Abu
in Rajasthan.

Thus the poets
lay throbbing, longing
Sketching love's honey pots
The poets bunny bees!
Lay enamoured
by their waterfalls abliss..
~~
By Karijinbba 2021
All rights reserved
A life true story of poets in love
Elaenor Aisling Jul 2021
the amber drip of honey
crystalline memory
I eat
mouth watering
hungry for someone to undertake me
to seek between fern frond and yarrow
for my magic, spilled and spent
in the places I no longer fill
to return singing the song
I lost to wind and rain
a traveller's lips
tasting of honey
and promise
Goddess Rue Jun 2021
Butterflies flutter,
Utters of lethal lustre,
Seeped in like sugar.
You sting like a bee,
My source of honey,
Will you fly away?
Or build a home of wax with me?
Jason May 2021

Buried in fact beneath censorious blame
Constrained intact by iniquitous chains
Surreptitiously lain in the shadows of shame

Dark honey drop-dripping down the throat
Enamels each enigma thought
Varnishing every mystery in doubt

© 05/15/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Kota Apr 2021
I really love the smell of your skin
And how your voice reminds me of soft rain fall
Your warmth feels like a wildfire that burns to trail across me
A fire so bright it smothers out every ghostly shadow that reeks of jealousy

I no longer contain a flame like yours
I've turned into a cool river of blues and greens
Meanwhile your lovely peachy orange and sunflower yellows pair with mine
I lap upon moss infested rocks and I nourish flowers that bloom into beautiful beds against the soft shore line
You make life grow while I incubate it
You are the sun that basks natures seedlings
We are so different yet we come together so sweetly like bees and honey

And when you lay your head down for the moon to rise
My river slows down to a hold
The fish cry for you every cold bitter hour
The flowers wilt without you
And tears stream down my face waiting for your warmth to dry them for me
YOU ABIDE IN ME

I really don't
know how,
why I find
myself so
into you. Or
maybe I'm
wandering
in
thought and
lost into you.
You bide in me.
Picture you on
every thought
screen.
Can't wait,
longing and
craving your
face to see.
Our love is
like the flowers and
the honey
bee. being
your's knows
no pain. You're
all I earn.
My sweetest
vibes is you
in all the
women I ever
met. ON fire.
#C9_fm
Sweet and yellow
A dandy fellow
Syrupy in taste
It’s in no haste
Sugar laced
Translucent paste
Honey so sweet
A truly tasty treat
A sweetness so complete
No one can beat
Syrupy and yellow
A dandy fellow
Tastes good on toast
I love honey the most
~17/4/21
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