Photo on 2012-09-18 at 15.24

I sit across from him, I watch him talk,

watch the honey drip slowly from his mouth.

I am paralysed, glued to the spot.

His mouth dances with his eyes,

as they tell me a story,

they swoop together gently,

like intimate friends

finishing each other’s sentences.

Each second that passes, it’s his mouth that draws me in further.

I want to lean across the table and lick the honey away.

I want to consume his words,

let them infuse me with their meanings.

When the time comes to say goodbye, we embrace.

He clasps me like a bear, drinking me in.

I want to exist forever in that moment of heart space, safe, at last.


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