you’ve
already ignored your list of wants
now
write
your honey piece
you with
your honey hair and honey eyes
and amber
dripping words
Blink those honey eyes which
It is not the sweetness but the glow warmth
And absolute life
A light source of something that feeds
Honey ears that
(swallow your words)
Honey toes dance laughingly so joyful so
Free from honey woes all
Encased in something that is utterly other
Check that honey smile knowing those honey limbs aren’t all
When was I dipped?
And why did it take me so long to find out?
How long do any of us sleep before we wake up to find ourselves in this waking dream?
This is a stunning poem, Kathryn–the images will stay with me today as I travel in what might be considered un-honeyed airports. But I’m going to see them with new eyes…honey-dipped irises. Thank you.