I wrote this while having a phone conversation with a guy about relationships.
burning slow like honey
I’m burning
slow
like honey
I’m torn like
a coupon you want to save
before the expiration date
runs out
fast like a frightened mate
chased to be burning
slow
like honey drips
torn
like coupon clips
the warmth of fingertips
tearing me
burning
slow
like honey.
© copyright 2004 Linda Moore