HoneyBee~

 

A silver lake

golden minnows

girl made of honey

in a lace sugar dress

boy made of smoke

dark licorice stained lips

weeping willows heavy with sunshine

protesting their nature

hanging branches curved into smiles

"A pocket full of sunshine." laughs the girl

opens her palm on a monarch butterfly

boy widens the caves of his eyes

hungry

to be in girl's palm

to be inside girl's pores

girl knows

smiles

parts cherry blossom lips

invitation on allure

a lure

he leans into the sweet perfume of her story

she strokes corners of his dreams

pollen rich on her tongue

giving him good pollination

the butterfly flexes a wing

her proboscis deep in the girl's honey pores

boy slips deep into girl's blossom kiss

her buttercup tongue

spreads himself like sweet berry jam

across her peach soul;

the Monarch gives girl side eye

"Honeybee," says the butterfly, "Ain't you gorged yet, honeybee?"

girl winks one long eye of emerald facets

lifts the butterfly between her brows

where in ink she spreads orange

black

and yellow hues

while the girl cups a pocket full of sunshine

drinks a cup of sky

her wings paper thin

but for now

still strong enough

to hold a world

she strokes her middle hive

swaying to the sound of a river

a thousand honey bees

weaving little chambers

in her belly

 

 

 Wild Honey~U2

 

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Author's Note

~primal baklavah~ if it tastes like honey and feels like honey and goes down like honey . . . . well. . . . =)~

Reviews

[TAO]

It must be honey...? I think you're right... This was pretty sweet, to say the least... I always feel like I'm reading faerie tales...perhaps I am? I think we will collect you, and share you with my future children, because I think I should want them to know the same magic I've had the pleasure of knowing reading your work, Ms. Selene... Another beautifully written and soul capturing write. You can do no wrong.

[Jibey]

All was beauty - the choice of words, the images, the flow of the rhythms as all those s's slid along and caressed my mind like the girl's cherry lips and her buttercup tongue... Just wonderful.

[Ed Hart]

~primal baklavah~apt...pure selenesong, covering the colors of notes on scales of ribbons that distantly windwave allures of scent, taste, touch, and mind depths where swim swirling symbols so close to the primal bakalavah...ahhh

[Bubo]

What a beautiful poem. This girl.........and boy, reads like a fairytale of beginnings, his desire and her beauty all wrapped on a summers day.......full of colour, smells and senses are assaulted with your words. I read and read your words, and see story in story, the girl being the honeybee, at one with her own body........you write so so beautifully.

[Robin]

I hear the music within this loud and clear, its sweet, sweet honey to my ears
I love your rhythm ~