The Honey Mouth*

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I was reading my flist yesterday as I am wont to do. I stumbled across tithenai 's entry on being the featured poet at the Voices of Venus reading series in Ottawa & reading poetry. It sounds like a most magical & whimsical evening. Then I jumped into a rabbit hole or possibly a link to amazon_syren's write up of the evening. Everywhere I went I was chased by honey. Specifically, tithenai's volume of poetry The Honey Month.

*Every single time I read "Month" I saw "Mouth." It was doing something to me. I still do. My brain is wacky. "Mouth" was working its way deep deep deep. This is what came out.



The Honey Mouth

Your mouth is a comb
of honey;
catching me
in your embrace
warm breath dripping
sticky and golden
into every crevice
you are loose upon me
my skin a highway
of the paths
you have taken.



I hope that is not too terrible to be in the same company as tithenai's lush & jewel toned words. I can't wait until my copy of The Honey Month arrives in the mail.