The Third of July

again,

i will bury
your
honeyed 
words
down, deep
in between 
my breasts,

humming loudly
above reason,
muffled by
passion-

by love,
my love-

don't waste me.

my pearly eyes
and heaving chest
are
truths i keep
meaning
to share

but
you harvest 
so often
the honey
seeds
you sow

give them time
my love

don't waste me. 

i'm your 
darling dear
with fluttering
fingers
grabbing at 
your hand 

to
stay afloat
in this
teeny boat
made 

perfectly,

a la
Us.

Reviews

[TLK]

The repetition of 'don't waste me' is very evocative. I'm not sure quite of what, but it still speaks roundly and soundly.
I can't help but think of an antithesis to your position: Bill Wither's "Use Me" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Use_Me_%28song%29). It's about somebody actually wanting to be used up, because it feels good. The message therefore seems to be the opposite of yours.

[Elephants & Coyotes]

Quite often, i write whatever comes.
I tend to "feel" what works, rather than "know."
So, I know exactly where you're coming from, with this comment, and I love that you made it!
And, yes, it pretty much IS the opposite of that.
These kinds of comments are what keep me writing - thanks so much!

[TLK]

I enjoyed reading, I enjoyed commenting, and I'm enjoying your enjoyment of my comment. This is a good day!