Warm honey
His eyes are warm honey when in fused with sunlight, his voice my song
when I'm alone. I have yet to see the most intimate parts of him,
or feel sparks fly between our dancing tongues, but im already caught up
in everything I feel so far, reading every word of his first chapter, sinking
deeper and deeper into the plot with every page I turn, always
yearning for more. His hands on mine, catch my breath, molten
currents in my veins rush faster, slowing when he is absent, a movie
on pause for intermissoin. His lips on mine, momentary clouds of
bliss, skin to skin, rare beauty, intimacy uncomplicated, our words
stay simple, spontaneous. Everything spoken, everything left unspoken,
everything yet to be spoken, all hang above our heads, random clouds
of undefined importance. Silent promises, tiny relief before results, everything
we do left simple. His eyes are like warm honey when infused with sunlight,
and they are the sweetner of my days.