I Was Honey

I was honey in my youth

Brazen as the ripest plum in summer

With no consequence for your sharp beak

Looming on the nearest branch

Ready to pierce my peel and

Suck the juice that made me sweet

My skin stretched tight

Trying to contain my flesh

As I ripened in the warmth of your succor

But I would not be contained, no warning would I heed

My branch bent toward your feathered wings

Bowing with the weight of want

Salvation to my longing

For freedom

For ageless love that rested in me, restless

Waiting to be plucked

I committed myself to your talons,

Weeping as they shredded the sugar from my meat