Poems I Write in my Head by Rose De Glanville

Honey Bee, Honey Roots

I am soaking up her honey roots, 

Waiting for them to pour down her face, 

And wrap perfectly around each ear.

I want her eyes sculptured by her baby hairs and her cheeks to be pale and rosy 

The pink lips she dances split and crack in the frost 

And all I want to do is create a butterfly from mine to hers.

She's too warm,

I can't help but love a honey lady that's drowned my sorrows in her blood.