To Taste

it might be kids growing weed-like to manhood or my wanting to be with you time trickles elusively I try to hold on it drips honey from my hands yawning to the ground washed away in the rain oh, to lick each precious bit from my fingers suck its sweetness until I am sick with it sticky with it greedy wanting all of you at once not satisfied with delicious spoonfuls shining gems the jar tips again my days pour unremarked I reach to catch a taste of lazy afternoon in your arms sweetness