"honeying" poems
She’s brewing like rich wine
the older she gets
her each added faceline
my eyes satiates.
She’s huing like violets
purpling is her soul
tho older she gets
she's never too ole.
She’s frothing like nectar
honeying in core
feels endless this affair
I’m loving her more.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
Dangerous words are the ones that slip
under our guard.
They nestle next to us at night,
and whisper treacle-sweet nothings
that trickle and slide down canals
to a dosing mind, honeying the way.
They want to ensure easy passage
for the poison kept still at bay.
They tuck us in,
fluff our pillows and our egos,
till we give them freely
those moments of sincerity.
All those genuine smiles and hitched breaths,
we suppose their value
was in their exclusivity.
We break off these pieces of truth
like our hearts are homemade chocolate,
and hand them over in pretty gift wrap.
It’s when these snakes have us so charmed
and they are sated,
that they finally snap and spit.
Their bites are full of venom,
and we see their fangs too late.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
when greener sits atop me earth
astride the human rind practically
eatage thrusted blueward hair
i'll innumerably chant life from
desiccated lips i'll sing life and
i'll say a whole ocean of upon
grass will lovers make dew
which (like me shall) make again
a body of beating and bragging
under stars and over me shall
make the feet of those miraculous
youth drunk kissers and i won't
be dead i'll be in every mouth
parted love hew imbued each other
like i did with you one summer ago
in sweetest juice of night honeying
every limb in suppler moonest light
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 5:23 AM UTC
Dangerous words
are the ones that slip under our guard
they nestle next to us at night
whisper treacle-sweet nothings
that trickle and slide down canals
to dosing minds,
honeying the way,
ensuring an easy passage
for the poison kept still at bay
They tuck us in and fluff our pillows
and egos
till we give them freely
those moments of sincerity,
genuine smiles and hitched breaths
their value was in their exclusivity.
We break off these pieces of truth
like our hearts are handmade chocolate
and when these snakes have us so charmed
and they are full,
they finally snap and spit.
bites full of venom,
and we see the fangs too late.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC