Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Honey



Honey©
7.10.08
By Lady J

A poem I wouldn't mind throwing away if I weren't so compelled
A wish for everything I wish I could have held
A girl with a word that she found in the soil
She gave it to a boy who said he was just a boy but so loyal

But now I've given up on nectar
I've given up on bees
God tells me my honey relies on these things

I take my skirt but the wind has something else in mind
A raven mocks me
Daylight tells me I'm behind

Traces of architects carve out the land
The word that I found out of my hands
The boy circled me once and then lost his nerve
I'm learning to forget everything I've heard

I've given up on nectar
I've given up on bees
God reaches down
Says honey relies on each of these things

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