Breakfast

you are smooth
honey in my mouth,
slow and dropping
sweet
to surge and settle
in its place
ripe off the spoon

and the smell of it
before you taste it
reminding of sunlight
and bright days, of
busy bees and
foraging amid the heavy

scents and multicoloured
petals - how sweet the
parting for those dark
hairs, the proboscis
tender, like a lover

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