Foreign Honey

You hail from a small town,

And I’m just looking for a piece of back home

Where city dwellers smile and scoff

At skyscrapers and homemade murals.

Hints of blue drip into the background,

And I can’t help but see a sea of serenity in it.

Placing your hand around my waist,

You ask if I’m OK with it.

I’m hesitant to say yes

Because I’m used to being a secret

Being brought in through the backdoor,

Wrapped in a blanket of darkness.

Silent kisses and artificial adoration are all that I know,

And your organic honey is too foreign for me.

Seemingly different yet oddly the same,

You ignite relaxation within me —

Something that I have yet to find in anyone.

You pronounce your deepest desire

As my chest turns off,

And I explain my nervous nature

Despite garnering an interest.

My words lack comfort,

So I console your trembling lips with mine;

The smell of cheap beer stains my cherry colored lips.

You chuckle and allude to your nervous nature

As I continue to daydream.