Sweet Honey drips across chapped bare lips.
A sated man loathes foreign honey.
For in due season a man cultivates his delicate honeycomb fruit.
While slowly watching his honey pot boil brew.
Tag: Poetry
Dry Cry
I dry cry because I’m leaving. The pain starts in my mind, trikles down like an extraction of the bone marrow from the depths of my spine.
A Lover of Peace
What is life without victory and victory without life? We all recall Paul, Peter, James, and John, but who remembers the woman that dies before Jesus Christ. A lover I have yet to know. A full womb I have yet to hold. And yet my life is still heavy with birthing pains… please hold on to my memory and remember my pains.
A Table For Two
With precision you hit every spot that I’ve missed….I’m a biter so I nibble on you. That’s why I sat down alone at this table set for two.
Gimme Got Me😩
Step on up your time is about to be respun.
To skirt around the edges of your teeth awaiting our
reloaded ambition into the slingshot projection of next year’s vision.
Can Do Attitude
To dive in and carry the tools set out for healing your emotions, to learn to swim in the deep blue ocean. Doing the work to restore whatever has been broken. Amazed to find as you dive deeper into your subconscious emotions, you will still feel the warmth of the rays as you explore the depths of your ocean.