Secrets Of My Honeysuckle Poem by Samantha Sanders

Restore my faith
Save me from destruction and depression
Rescue mi corazón from deprivation and the unwillingness to be matriculated into something I’d rather not be
Let me lay, and lay, and lay until my sweet, succulent honeysuckle emancipates my life
Partake into my luscious femininity
But do not be afraid of my untamed and not ashamed masculinity
Allow me to watch the sunrise and sunset while enjoying my honeysuckle’s endeavors
Allow me to be so free as I wish to roll around in all of my grandeur in the lonely but beautiful grasses of my essence
I am the bold bee that sucks on the juices of my honeysuckle on a warm summer day
And in return, my honeysuckle provides what is glorification and the means to be justified in this simple-minded world
Never will I retreat my peace to another honeysuckle for it would cause depletion of my only true means of salvation
I will give my honeysuckle all that it needs
As long as it doesn’t diminish, willow, or die
I will continue to taste and enjoy the cloying, divine moisture of my honeysuckle
As long as it promises not to run dry
Maintain that prominent sensibility that you only possess for me
Deje a sus goteos y gotas de la miel magrear mi cuerpo deseable y que atrae
And when I need to take a journey from it all be that critical and pivotal movement that will reprieve my quintessence
And that equivocal spirit of mi caramelo, succulent madreselva will forever remain but only a mere secret…