Sip my love, honey!
honey sweet,
languorously
dripping from my eyes;
honey warm, liquid amber,
floral nectar, aromas and
perfume of colourful coronas—
it is relish in essence,
pure, my sweet love for you;
silently lingering upon my lips…
now…devoured in a fervent kiss…
Sip my golden love, honey!
sip it slowly…
till you fill your heart
with my honey-drops for you:
absorb my love into your being, dearest!
vitalizing your dormant senses
with all the earthly flowers scented.
I know, my darling, I know…
our love is a honey-bee:
it is how will always be—
buzzing and stinging us
with both poison and honey;
the loving bee
deflowering our hearts
with its sweetness;
spreading in us,
unifying us
into an eternity
of honeycomb love…
Upon my lips! ! Love and joy! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The loving bee, deflowering our hearts with its sweetness, spreading in us, unifying us into an eternity of honeycomb love..... touching and impressive expression. A beautiful poem on love and romance so nicely executed.10