tagNon-Erotic PoetryHeart-Shaped, Dripping with Honey

Heart-Shaped, Dripping with Honey


Sometimes, I open that imaginary box,
the one that holds you inside,
reconciling the rise, the release and the fall,

I linger on words, remembering
their strings tied me to the passion,
often so tight I couldn't breathe.

I'd swoon, not from the lack of oxygen,
but from the honey.
Desire dark and rich,
sticking to everything I touched.

You spoon fed me and I ate every drop.
Warm and heady, I did lust you, goddamn,
you know I did then all the while in silence.
I know you suffered, but secrets like those
kept me yours, briefly as it were, I was.

Only then, I close the box again, instinctively,
licking my lips, tasting the sweetness clinging
and I cannot help but tremble for you.

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