Digressions Through Honey or What the Bees Told
Moving like honey today
slow and smooth and sweet hand sticky
over and under and through you
loving you is like bathing in honey
impractical
good for the skin
slow messy
good for the skin
entirely too sweet
good for the skin (stung)
I put honey on my toast
A spoon in my yoghurt
Drizzled over my tongue and teeth
Pooling in the plate with pancakes
I woke to a golden room and the buzzing of bees
Strange story
Golden honey a slow protagonist
A balm, a healer, translucent soother
The constant drone in my ears
The warm viscous light sealing up my eyes
Filling my nose and mouth
I am coated in, sealed in, embalmed in
Honey reclined on the bed silenced and sweet.
Gathered in my hive, in my womb, in my heart
Activity
The making of, the secretion of, the building of
Honey and comb
The healing, the restoration, the resurrection of
Body
First gathered in flower, now hands, now mouth
Honey once nectar
Where will wings take me?
Dressed in light and dark
Hovering insubstantial near your ears
Whispering
The glory before the death (and then, hand sticky, there is you.)
