One Who Likes Honey

one who likes honey sweetness whispered whiff of wetness portent of shadows sleeping off the cold tundra to utter…to utter insane barely brave bravado covers the lay of miles and miles stickiness roars from his lips don’t be insane his name an apparition waiting to wake up your nightmares the intent of silhouette moving across your tent’s face chiaroscuro drawn onto your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nose, chin distorting the thrill you felt at dusk this polar beast might employ your safety net as a handkerchief then nibble a late night snack (hand over mouth) “b e a r”