Honey Take II

I found you sipping coffee,
Dipping biscotti long fingered,
Like a display in the shop
Window, I stood outside
And waved at you, waiting
Until I got your caramel smile,
You licked your lips as though
Hungry and I rushed to squeeze
You like an avocado at the market,
To ripen you with my sticky lips,
‘Listen’ you said, ‘Today –
This is a special day –
We are not allowed to talk like dry
Biscuits’, you had the perfect
Word you said, the word
That said I love you, let me be
Your word, I wondered what
Your beehive mind had concocted
This time: more buttered
Lines for my bread – all the while
Gathering me onto your lap
Like picked berries, wrapping
Me in the oven of your arms
As you creep behind the rack
Of my ribs to find the soft fig flesh
Of my heart. Still, I let you,
I let you mouth my cherry
Dreams and spit out the stones,
In the morning we dress,
Look ridiculous in our vine
Leaves of clothes,
We were better naked,
We were better cocooned,
Rising like dough in our bed,
I do not ask you for the perfect
Word you promised and you
Do not give it, you just run yet
More of your honey words
Across the bitter lemon of my soul.