Honey

Your words flowed from you so naturally

Like sweet nectar dripping from a honeycomb.

You laid to rest any protruding weeds

And knew just where to land.

“You’re not boring. You’re smart, beautiful, and funny. People say you have to pick two, but you’re all three.”

Sweet nectar dripping onto my lips,

I rush for the taste but long for the feeling

To remain embedded in my bed of flowers,

To remind myself of the glistening petals

Instead of focusing on the non-existent weeds.

Confused but pleased by your accuracy,

I don’t want it to rain on us,

So I nourish my lips with yours

Until you become mine.