"Shards Of Honey"

"Shards Of Honey"

Sharper than fresh thorns.
Roses picked in the wiles of winter.
Air left to those who dare
To toil for one so fair.

I'll pick you some flowers.
I'll bleed for the need
To snatch up what's born of seeds.
Place them in my lap.

Perhaps…………

Maybe there's no need.
You don't have to save me.
I am not green to this enslaving.
Martyrs always die twice.
So many mini deaths.
So marvelous is the massacre.
Meticulous disaster.
I rive in it like little else matters.

Died thrice times after midnight.
Made me tremble.
I've shed some tears here;
But I've never cowered in fear.
Did you hear?
Nothing reminiscent of a cackle.
No chains or shackles
Yet screams fill my dreams…………

Drawn out like fresh cream.

I steal away.
You snatch me from so far.
You plant me in so deep.
Petrified in elation.
Excited in the rapture
Of such an exceptional capture.
Tight lips like vice grips.
Hands slip and I free fall.
Slammed against walls.
Stained and scratched fabric.
Wreaking havoc.
Never got used to the habit.

Nourishment delivered
From the sacred river.
Floating in ambiance.
Circumstance must stand aside.
I will take control…………

…………I will fold.
…………I will yield.
…………I will give in.

This beard shapes my face
As I run through bare fields
Like one in search of refuge.
I seek something to live in.
I dig in;
Drawing warmth in generous squalls.
Walls close in abruptly.
I've the divine luxury of excavation.
The thrill of the thrust.
Lust in my drill.
Anger in my stroke.
Moist tips and soft lips
Trapped between teeth
That have torn bed sheets.
Teeth that grind and grit;
Only standing aside when you spit…………

Spit trickles where the whistle meets the missile;
running free before tracing your face;
following tears through ears
like they've fallen from grace misplaced…

Lost are the wholesome means.
Whole tongue and cheek.
Knees weak from work and withstanding.
The unspoken so demanding.
Words never heard exclaimed so plain.
Pleasantly listening to me complain
While you willingly drain;
Knowing not where dilemma stakes claim.
So satisfied in my frustration.
Your unruly demonstration demonic;
Unholy your actions. Your devotion celestial.
Pedestal reserved for the one it deserves.
We perch together.
No jocking for position.
Your glowing skin glistens.
Never felt so funny.…………

You inquire: "Do you need me?"
I admit with great anticipation.
Legs streched far across nations.
A world of love where thighs rub.
Soft are the peaks I seek.
The valley thick and slick.
Wandering about plains that transform pain
Into a degree of pleasure yet to be measured.

You feed my greed
You acquiesce in lieu of need.
I crave you more than money.
Swallowing shards of honey whole.

Sharper than fresh thorns.
Your flower void of scar;
But it's dew flung like shrapnel.
Deep cuts only I can handle.

Nothing new for honeydew.
Passion fruit out of pursuit.
Heaven sits higher than melon.
I want the pain that is your rain.

Soaking in your torrents.
Nothing worse than the abhorrence
that is your clear skies.
Can't wait to rinse these eyes
With outpourings from your crease.
I hope it will never cease.
Drenched in drops like towels rung.
Sweetest remnants line my tongue.

Sharper than the winter rose.
Worthy of all fawn and prose.
Shards of honey fill my cheeks
Until words I barely speak.

Went down low to take you high.
Shoulder smolders. Burning thighs.
Daggers falling from your skies.
Sticky swords splash and gash my eyes.

Sweetest cleaver ever felt.
Passion surges as it pelts.
Where love stands, I've surely knelt
Until your shards of honey melt. ♥

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

My desire undeterred.
All admire. Few discerned.
Those in wonder will infer;
But this piece? It's about her.