Like
Honey
Golden like honey,
She shone in the sun.
Looked like hardened whiskey.
Almost the color of sap.
Holding my gaze long,
Unable to break the invisible
String that linked my eyes.
I had to watch her.
So thick with sweetness,
Her aroma drifted my way.
Had me looking around for
A beehive ready for harvest.
My lungs involuntarily inhaled
As if I had never experienced
The most intoxicating scent ‘til now.
Let me just breathe her in.
Soft and almost moldable
Her flesh gave way to my embrace.
Skin feeling like it had been
Covered and caressed with silk.
Drew my fingertips close
Like the allure of the curves
Of a brand new Bentley.
I wanted to hold her longer.
Liquid sugar on my mouth
As I kissed her cheek politely.
Closed my eyes to enhance the
Savory splendor that remained.
Had to run my tongue over
My lips to commit that
Flavor to memory.
I ached to lick her all over.
Her smile spoke a million
Silent words like a melody.
It sang not only to my heart,
But to all the cells in my body.
Bobbing my head as if I were
At a lounge and the sax crooned
And
calmed my inner turmoil.
I could listen to her quiet for hours.
But to know her was not to
See her,
Smell her,
Touch her,
Taste her,
Or hear her.
For that, I had to ask
The bees.
Copyright © 2012 NLG
On
The Down Beat
The music comes on.
Just before dawn.
The clothes come off.
No need for the cloth.
You get turned on fast
Thinking about the past.
When he twists and turns you around
You let out one of those familiar sounds
Up on all fours, glad you just took a
bath,
Your eyes roll as you remember your math
Noting each of the eight beats to a bar
Losing count as his tongue reaches far.
This part you don’t have to remember
’Cause he’s only ever gone ’til November.
That cut buddy that always has a pass
’Cause his handprints look just right on
your ass.
You get that old thing back time and
time again.
Throwin’ it back on him while he pushes
it in.
Never having to remind him that you like
it hard
He sips the milkshake that brings boys
to the yard.
And it’s never mattered, the temperature
of the heat,
He has always known to stroke on the
down beat.
Copyright © 2012 NLG
