Simple as Honey

Simple as honey and
sweeter still are your words
on the taste buds of my heart.
Citrus hints of orange blossoms
fragrant my nights as I
sit in the dim light
of the touch-lamp
on my baby- back piano.

Golden smoke fills my scotch glass
as thoughts of your tidings flicker away
like so many candles casting
shadows on the walls of my mind.
A sip of single malt slips down my throat.
My eyes close, and there you are,
slipping down onto me.
Intoxicating me with handcuffed pleasantries
and the kiss of one blindfolded, the
anticipator of your affection sublime.

Through the smoke.
Through the candlelight.
Simple as honey and
sweeter still are your words
on the taste buds of my mind.
Our bee pollen feeds us;
Nourishes us;
converts to the combed honey
of our combined soul.