Shuttle Bus 17: A Poetry Collection

Honey Bear

 Honey bear, the twinkling apple

To my rotten core, the malevolent

Comments and teasing no longer

Prod me like twisting strings to a

Sacrificial doll, for you are my heroine,

My heroin, the needle I inject in me,

With your twisted demeanor, but I fall

Parallel to you in my dented-in Toyota,

As we veer the nighttime streets, the iridescence

Of speed limit signs, the highway being

An infinite youth that could never be damaged,

I lay caught in the Widow's web, your venom

Restrained in my saliva as I am paralyzed at

Your beauty, my Andromeda, when we

Connect skydiving comets, the moments

I sit in the bathroom, the tap marimbas,

As you engrain my raised skin, giving me

Stick and poke tattoos, of cacti, kitten whiskers,

And pixie hearts.
Let us adjust the blinds, your head on my chest,

Your curling locks tickling my neck, as you

Talk about the girls at work, or a skittish

Pup you saw, a baby sharing vanilla ice cream

With his mom, the way the clouds wisp

Into radiant rings, UFOs, and a luminous

Mustache. Turning on the monotonous

Sitcoms you enjoy, while you ease your fingers

Into mine, the tight embrace, how our spirits

Touch by the knees,
Those playful ditties, when you blush, embarrassed

About me coming across middle school photos,

Polaroids with stuffed animals, or VHS

Birthday parties, with braces from top to bottom,

Bold and excessive, but unapologetically You.
I try to talk you down, by exclaiming that

If I had met you then, I would have cherished

You as much as I do now.
Even in our sourest fits, the panic attacks,

Reciprocated sights, gritted smirks, and

Furrowed eyebrows, I will for just the

Slightest peck to give,

To provide for you, to gift to you, to

Make forthcoming moments for the two

Of us to patiently adorn for,
I will lull you to this, when in hardest of times,

Aching ribs and shattered confidences shall

Never havoc among the commodities we

Have established, no method of destruction

Will dismantle our brought about castle,

Where I have painted a portrait of you

By the jeweled chandelier, the swinging,

Mimicking the steps of my melodic heart,

When having phone calls with you,

Video chatting you over webcam when you're

On a business trip, or when we get a casual

Sunday to get frozen yogurt or play video games.
Though at first, we mainly sought each other

For consolation in shunned desire, in

Hormonal undertakings, our essence, the

Way your name monogrammed into my

Thoughts, the way your giggle repeated

Like a shuffling tune, the way your

Smile was a kaleidoscope, to which

I scouted out, revealing upcoming details,

Every time I looked, the way your

Pouts and bitch face met with me when

I closed my eyes, I knew I was

Unconsciously, and involuntarily,

Hurting for You. And no snarky rebuttals,

Stone-faced gargoyle reprimands, or

Harping past lives will keep me separated

From you.
Honey bear, I have committed wrong, but

You are striding me to the path to do what

Is right, I foretell. And I predict, I will lie

Next to you closer and closer every nightfall.