Eating honey is a semisexual experience
Its vaguely psychedelic, especially if the honey is cold.
Then, when you tilt the jar ever so lightly,
It lolls toward you like a tongue,
Licking its lid lasciviously, lolitalike
Tantalisingly hovering inches above your tongue, just refusing to trust to your moisture
Then it drops and the world shimmers for a moment
A little shockwave haze envelops the world, radiating outward from your tongue
Jets of electricity shoot through your head, hitting just the right pleasure centers
You watch its golden yellow viscosity wind its way sinuously into your mouth
And set your tongue on fire.
And you bask silently in the glow of the aftertaste, ignoring the obvious verbal innuendo
And in the mixture of pleasure and guilt you come down, and raise the jar again.
You should try it sometime.
Its vaguely psychedelic, especially if the honey is cold.
Then, when you tilt the jar ever so lightly,
It lolls toward you like a tongue,
Licking its lid lasciviously, lolitalike
Tantalisingly hovering inches above your tongue, just refusing to trust to your moisture
Then it drops and the world shimmers for a moment
A little shockwave haze envelops the world, radiating outward from your tongue
Jets of electricity shoot through your head, hitting just the right pleasure centers
You watch its golden yellow viscosity wind its way sinuously into your mouth
And set your tongue on fire.
And you bask silently in the glow of the aftertaste, ignoring the obvious verbal innuendo
And in the mixture of pleasure and guilt you come down, and raise the jar again.
You should try it sometime.
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A Jar of Honey
You hold it like a lit bulb,
a pound of light,
and swivel the stunned glow
around the fat glass sides:
it's the sun, all flesh and no bones
but for the floating knuckle
of honeycomb
attesting to the nature of the struggle.
from The Brink, collection of poems by Jacob Polley.
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