honey

honey

when i kiss the tops

of your feet

this is what i am saying:

hey, you know

i am juggling many

lives here

and, you know

i am very clumsy

but sincere—smitten—

now, this isn’t fair

and i’m not even asking you

because i know

if i ever stumble

if my legs are ever tripped—

dropping to the floor

only you,

yes, only you

will never flinch

only you,

yes, only you

will know my love for you

was never dropped

never fumbled—

my hands are always always

moving for you

when i kiss the tops

of your feet

that is what i am saying

and i walk through days

with the taste of you

on my lips

sweeter than honey

can you hear me?—

slip off your shoes and socks

look down to your feet

honey-comb sweet

hear me?

            i love you

sometimes whispers

of love and desire

sigh and resonate

as honey poured

over a coffee-warmed spoon