There’s a dusting, tickling my throat
A prickle in the corner of my crows’ feet
A breeze unsticks the mid bottom of cotton from my midsection it so lovingly clung to
I understand why buttercups are sweet
And why some bees bumble headfirst
Thirsty,
Craving the coating of throats with sugar so fine
It leaves prints on petals
A sticky trail down stems like gobbled up lollipops
Gobble up this syrupy goodness
Face shiny after coming up for air
It lingers there
In between the buzz and moan
Vibrations through the room
A hum left in the back of vocal chords
Trickling its way through nerves left on edge
Like the aftermath of a firework gone awry
Strayed from the pack to burst like its own fauna in full bloom
You are beauty in full bloom
Honeycomb
About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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Comments (4)
Gorgeous imagery Oneg!
Loving the sensuality of your writing lately. Really beautiful and powerful imagery.
Nice
Very sweet and lovely, Oneg <3