Honey

Honey:

You got new glasses last week

Round things orbiting your pupils

About an inch from either side

Gold and thin

Showing me exactly where to direct

My attention

Drips from her eyes

Collects in crevices

Saving sweetness for later

Tells me when the light

Shines in my brown eyes

(Too often related to darkness

As if blackness was dull)

It smells of warm biscuits

Longs for amber and sticky

Tea sweetener

Gets stuck between our fingers

Reminds her to hold on

When she wants to pull away

Saccharine reminder of cold nights

I slip into her warmth

Close my eyes

Lean into her smile

lingering just long enough

Preserved in honey