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.