Honey
I
said, “When I
Dip
my honey dipper
“Into
your honey pot
And
start to stir,
“It’s
sweet, so sweet
Honey,
sweet as clover.”
I
said, “And I taste
The
sweetness in my mouth.”
The
drops drip down from
My
chin as I rub
My
wet face on your flat stomach
And
smell the morning in the fields.
The
sunlight glows behind my eyelids.
In this sweetly cinematic poem, notice how David adjusts the lens at the end from the bed to the wider world, giving the act of love its cosmic significance while also trivializing the particular moment by showing it is not the center of the universe.
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