you are angel honey
dripping sweet over feathered wings
from a darkened place fell
into my lap.
I am the hunter
You are my prey
illuminated moonlit paths
beautifully accented
lead the way
barefoot through the evening dew
chills my skin, quickens my pace
racing to your entry point
from where you were to where I am.
You've fallen before and I
I played the role of saviour and saint
the role of siren and seductress
Temptress to stay on this earthly plane
Your honey, my angel, drips too sweet to let such a source wane.
My earthly shell is no match for your purity and grace
in the darkness of the night
by candle-flame
can I reveal my true face
I am Psyche to your Eros
bare ankles and cheeks flushed
your laughter follows me, warms me
a true lady's blush
a maze of thorns I'd suffer, endure
to receive your gaze, your touch.
A trail of pennies leads me to your door
breathless, restless
searching for more
A door, from world to world
What demons lurk waiting for me if I step through?
What price to pay for time with you?
The fog thickens, it darkens
as if to warn
This path is treacherous.
As the night's rain falls against my breast
Your honey still drips sweetly under these uncelestial orbs
And I find that I cannot rest.
At your door with pennies I wait...
Honey
25 Monday Feb 2013
Sincerely, Lori 