The Honey Trap — to be or not.
Oct 19, 2021
Butterscotch Burnt Sugar sweet,
Nestled in your cinnamon armpit,
I pat my loneliness into wax — a waxing moon now settling on my ruche.
Skin on skin, you look like thyme -
I see you seep red heather into a creamy solid and hum with happiness.
I am the Queen.