Mihaela Pirjol


Honeycomb Love


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 sweetly love for you;
silently lingering on 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, dear!
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.

Submitted: Monday, May 05, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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