And when she turned to look at me,
the light hit them
just so,
just so,
so soft light
made soft petals
of her soft lips,
and the drop of honey
gleamed like a dark jewel
born from dark fire.
A scent of flowers on her sweet breath,
a sweet drop of an amber diamond
on the tip of her tongue.
I moved forward to taste it, take it,
plunder the sweetness within
from her.
She turned and ran,
laughing as I gave chase
for the rest of my life.
Ever in past longing,
ever in present, seeking need,
ever gloriously lost in far away,
right here and now,
with the honey
on her lips.
Beyond Panic 