Honey

 

I put honey in your tea before you ask,

I hang your running pants to dry,

and if you ask me for a star,

I tug and pull it from the sky.

 

We ate the honey we both craved,

and only exercised to die

so we might rise again to fruit

whose flesh we kept full secret from nearby.

 

I’d still put honey in your tea,

if you were here I’d keep you warm and dry,

but if a star becomes your true desire,

I’ll paste it on the fiery thunder of my sky.

 

 

just a word-