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honey, baby


Is it your soul, honey?
amber, sweet, reactive to heat, soothing
honey’s trail:
drips
sticks
smears
taunting wet rags
holding a little tighter each moment
an imperceptible ooze ends in crystal;
grainy remains of what was

Trails.

Is it your soul, baby?
pallid dust of earth, dark, deep
reactive to heat, humidity, touch
haptic
in hands, maps curve
exposing the folds that make the whole
caught under fingernails, smudged
seeping slowly
into whatever it touches

Stains.

In honey, baby bubbles
grows a quiet ebb and flow
familiar floating
drowning
slowly
in the sweetness
in the sorrow

On walls, it weeps

honey, baby.