i spend my day spooning honey into your mouth
your sticky lips engorged under the late afternoon sun
wings and fingers covered
in pollen’s afterbirth
starved from each other’s absence.
our conversations cascade endlessly
filling our empty bellies
until we’re swollen and satisfied
bodies tangled together
under the sky’s final embers.
it seems we’ve discovered
a primal harmony
an end to all our beginnings.
maybe this is matrimony.
the moon can be our witness
i could kiss you twice
to complete the ritual
then sip the last of summer’s nectar
fermented by memory and grandeur
as a brooklyn bell tower announces
our irreverent ceremony
(photo: miami, florida)