I am still alive
Yearning
Injection of thick honey
Trickling through my veins
If only I could
Dip
My heart in its amber
Dip
My heart in its amber
Sketch the contour
Of your features
Of your features
With the abandon
Of a child playing at faces
But I don’t hold the cast
Of this imprint
So every day
I trace my lines anew
Every day
Anew
Tender labour
In love
Finders keepers
Sold
(By Gub, the 2nd of December, 2009)
I sold my heart
for a pound
of honey
I saw you fold
the note
in two
creased
in half
inside your purse
Yellow
magma
flowed
over
my porridge
my toast
and my mug
tea sweet tea
in six days
the nectar
was gone
the jar empty
so
empty
The note
you stowed
husbanded
resourceful
expanded
leavened
bread
and I
now hungary
beg
to be fed
and eye your fortune.
you smile
and with hands
outstretch
pass back my
heart
from
your chest
keeper
of love's
honey
under lock
or key
I am
for you
captive
trade
yes
never
to be
free.
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