Sugar Bush

Time to get tapped,
it is the season
the promise of spring
to tempt the palette

And I’ve got you,
back against that tree
knowing
you will be converted
into sweetness

Ready my mouth,
the one that whispers
and plants kisses
to heavenly zones

I pierce the barrier
slow inching
deeper

My own bead of sap
drawn to the surface,
will you swipe it
for your own taste?

Penetration complete
for the slow trickle
of sticky perfection,

These methods arouse.
just like honey
that amber glaze
glistening in the crux

The elixir of my land
with a northern point
for a southern stay

Nature lets it flow
in our depths,
the evidence
in our exchange

Ready to be tapped?