Honey,

You came on reflections of light,
honeycomb angles, an inch of curve
to hint of the forever flavour
of your taste...how longing exceeds itself,
leaping time, what is seen, what will be;
desire glides miles ahead magnifying, and chased,
a coquettish glance says, follow me -
will you ever capture the crescendo of wild honey
in the mouth of your last gasp? Again,
tease your hand across my skin,
feel a disappearing corner bend
into a sweeter sigh of longing.
Gone! So long...your perfume lingers in absence.