Glutton’s gold, elixir
of minute vibrations,
just a dollop of you
on the tongue
rejuvenates the flesh,
delivers the senses
to their proper balance,
sweetens all bitter thought,
and welds the broken spaces
of the soul.
If I could suckle forever
from the teat of this
mother Earth,
may the milk be mixed
with honey,
may I feel forever
the intoxicating buzz
and the electrifying thrill
of pure sugar flowing
through my veins.
Let there be oceans
of honey! Let the clouds
and the raindrops be gold!
May time move at the rate
of honey’s meandering flow.
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