give me your velveteen touch;
as careful hands brush eager skin
caution and desire fuse so gently,
and dance angel sighs
into my aching bones.
the longing on your lips
tastes of rain,
so sweet after the dry heat of summer,
when the sun burned + i called it love.
now it's all wind;
from your mouth,
through the poplar leaves,
down my spine.
oh to be so wanted!
to consume without savouring,
as though there will always be
more.
the honeyed nectar
of your words and eyes
is spoon fed onto my waiting tongue.
i smile as i drink;
my teeth are sticky + so are yours.
For both you and me
our honey hearts share one
gleeful feeling of free.
New daylight will ever come
to deliver a fresh, new sun
inviting us outside where adored
romantic ‘honey’ feels are begun
with spontaneous fun.
Forever we shall be
a pair love spun
under sky’s playful spree.
love is like honey
smooth, caressing, but sticky
a beautiful mess
My
fourteen heft-
y hound
friends were
far from be-
ing either done
with OR (for
that matter) in-
different to the
hidden fund (one hun-
dred fifty-nine)
units) of
smell-defined innu-
endo sur-
rounding them.
Busy bee with fuzzy wings,
Flies around and softly
sings,
Sweetest honey home she
brings!
He
nourished
my soul with
his promises,
and like a rosebud,
I thirsted for the rain
of beautiful vows that fell
from luscious lips I loved to kiss.
His very presence lit up my world,
and for a while, I thrived in his garden.
Suddenly the sunshine sustaining me
became endless days of dreary gray.
I’m wilting here now, knowing that
nothing he’d told me was true.
A bee, he sweetly sees
new blooms as I die,
petals plucked. He
loves me; he
loves me
not.
So Spake Simple Simon
Simon spake simple things we all confuse
Simon spake we must be baptized
Simon spake we must repent
Simon spake we must turn away from sin
Simon spake we must live like Christ
Simon spoke a different Simon.
Simon spoke that we don't need to be baptized to be saved
yet it is the only thing that will save us
Simon spake of false prophets
Simon spake of false teachers
Simon spake of Jesus
Simon spake of salvation
she ran into my hospital room
no mask, no hazard suit, no footie slippers
I was stunned, shocked, surprised
The door has specific instructions
a large X
you cannot come in here unless you are suited up
I am contagious; there is a fear factor
You can’t be in here like that, I told her.
She was wearing a nun’s hat, looked like my 82 year old mother
Oh, honey, I am protected, she said.
“I came here to pray with you”.
She took my hand, we prayed
She giggled and ran out.
I have never forgotten this
or
how much she looked like my mother.
You say “Light” out of love.
My writing,
My poems?
Are in the dark,
So you say.
So much judgment
said in such a round-about way.
I’m not angry,
I’m not upset.
But I also don’t feel guilt or that supposed regret,
but that empty feeling I’ve always had,
And that overflowing urge to write.
Like honey,
As if I were a bee.
A worker bee,
In the dark depths of the hive.
An artificial hive controlled solely by you,
With no other bees,
but me.
So that makes you the human,
The one smoking me.
You’re the light,
Yet you’re stealing every last drop of honey from me.
But not to eat,
To discard.
Since nothing I make
would ever be worthy enough
to put in a jar.
Even so, I could sell my honey to the world,
But numbers mean nothing to you.
You want it for yourself first,
You always do.
Discarded
Warmest childhood memories of
my favourite aunt's country kitchen
with her homemade sourdough bread
and fresh clover honey gathered
from her very own bee hives
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A squirrel named Bree
loved honey so much
she wore it as fashion.
She plopped a honeycomb
right on her head~
a golden, gooey crown.
Bees buzzed around
like tiny paparazzi,
snapping sweet selfies.
And Bree just grinned,
sticky and proud,
the queen of honey hats.
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A Therianthrope’s Harsh Winter
Snowflakes sunk into my soft fur
I purred as my fur began to puff
the puff wetting my once so soft fur.
I fluttered as my fur began to puff.
During the Nightengale, when its cold,
When my head is filled in the slough
tarnished in scuff making me less bold.
My lips shuddered in the freezing snow,
flakes flowed and i decided to bring my body to a fold
from hind legs to long legs nestled in snow
wallow in the warmth, losing my wool
soft skin leaving me in a soft glow
I run against the snow and its cool
running back to my home and no longer being a fool
drugged winter fighting against the null
A Therianthrope’s Harsh Winter (Alternative Ending)
Snowflakes sunk into my soft fur
I purred as my fur began to puff
the puff wetting my once so soft fur.
I fluttered as my fur began to puff.
During the Nightengale, when its cold,
When my head is filled in the slough
tarnished in scuff making me less bold.
My lips shuddered in the freezing snow,
flakes flowed and i decided to bring my body to a fold
from hind legs to long legs nestled in snow
wallow in the warmth, losing my wool
soft skin leaving me in a soft glow
I run against the snow and its cool
running back to my home and no longer being a fool
I wish
I could blame
The salt water waves and humidity
High school daydreams
Shoved in his backpack
On the flight to you
Thoughts bouncing off clouds-
How delightful
How impressionable your empathy is
It gets easily lightheaded
After clutching face kind of kisses
And calling you “baby”
His shoes
Neatly in the corner by yours
Quickly turn to
His empty wallet
Collecting sun damage on your counter
With penny worth promises of change
Opening up a suitcase
Of emotional wounds
From demons with the face of old loves
Littering
Your house
But mostly your mind
Until common sense
Got too claustrophobic
Under the weight of him
He concealed
The erraticism
Into an obligation on your finger
A little gleaming distraction
From the disheveled rubble
He left back home
Trying to keep
The dust of me
Under your rug
For I was
Years old intimate boredom
Soothed in tv static
You deserve better
Than his words dripping in honey
That just end up left out to harden
Fullness in Emptiness
Sometimes when I’m alone I feel empty
I feel alone and miss my family.
I remind myself when I was twenty
experiencing all the calamity.
I longed for many years – liberation.
Praying everyday that I will have freedom
which lead to alienation.
but it lead me closer to His kingdom.
I tried to forgive them – I tried to
though in the end I had to save myself.
I knew I could not let myself go to
the same place of darkness, I knew my health
is important. Being alone I knew
is difficult. I needed to start new.
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