Honey for the Heart
My heart was hungry, a mouth to feed
It thumped in my chest,
the sound like a thousand pounding feet flooding the streets of the Big Apple
You appeared, close but out of reach,
and I savored your presence like a drop of sweet honey on the tip of my tongue
A tongue which I held, silent and waiting,
for fear that my words would sever our connection, split a bond
and our love would die
Drift away, like the final notes
at the end of a song
This poem is about:
Me