HONEY BOY

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look at the way the sun hits
the peeled, tangerine rind
curls of your head.

your eyes glow like the earth
after a long rain, feeding
the every hungry and
growing oasis engulfing
your mind.

you have infected my every thought
like the sweet nectar of
a bee sting.

my cheeks are burning hot with the
fever of infatuation.

you are summer with sore legs & a smile
that makes the lakes of my
irises sparkle.

your words are rich like natural sugars,
bottled up to be sprinkled in the
warm tea of my heart.

(my heart is warm because of you.)

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