HONEY’S THE BEST OF THESE

ON THE ROCKS

I smell honey on your skin,

I hear echoes in your knees,

the shaking and the knocking,

honey’s the best of these.

I feel blood dripping from your bones,

I taste the dew of daylight

waking the fields of gold.

I sense the wonder of your eyes

and wander in your lips,

I hear the whispers of delight

as your top hat in nature tips.

I wrestle the nests in your hair

and the knots in your toes,

the sensation of triumph

as the only one who knows.

I smell honey on your skin,

I hear echoes in your knees,

the shaking and the knocking,

honey’s the best of these.

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