Honey hangs heavy from the spoon,
suspended in time, spiralling into a silky thread of gold.
then it drops,
a sticky sweetness,
it lingers.
Some people are filled with this honey, their insides held in an ocean of swirling amber, It oozes out of them.
You can hear it in their voices,
gentle melodies,
a laugh that warms like the fading embers of an open-hearth.
You can feel it on their skin,
dewy petals,
their words are almost as soft as their welcoming hands.
You can see it in their eyes,
flickering orbs,
a glimpse at the freed creatures that frolic in their minds.
Honey people,
a sweetness that sticks.
-Asterie
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Audeamus
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