Tuesday, November 10, 2020

honey

Throw yourself upon my senses

with the simple saying of your name,

the light changing and the sidewalk 

witness gone to ground. Hurl yourself 

thick and slow, sweet and sticky 

across my thinking with

the clinging of your written words

still mingling with the grievous 

beating of my heart, the gooey

phrases and written kisses

all that I could manage,

all that I am made of now

missed hints and stubborn habits 

the wishing that won’t make it so,

the nickname whether it stuck.

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