I want to hear
the first rush of air
you breathe
when the blue jays sing
their morning song
as I turn to find you
beside me,
and rest my head
on your bosoms as they heave
as they did
a little too heavily
on the eve
of the first of many
sunrises
we will greet together.
I want to see
the sunlight touching your face
as you smile
when you see me by your side,
to bask in the brightness
of your eyes
where falls
a drop of honey
as did a few
from the deep caverns
of your body
down to my lips
the night before.
I want to taste
the sweetness
of a new day
with you close by,
to smell
the first morning brew
we will drink together,
and drink again
from each other’s souls
the secrets
we can no longer hold
come nightfall.
A Drop of Honey
February 15, 2022
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