Honeysuckle Darling

pull it out from inside, you

put something inside me
a pinch of poison like lime
juice, squeezed in a cut
but it tastes so
sweet doesn’t it

sweet like the chestnut
in your coffee eyes, or
were they ocean green?
my skin was cream
and yours was sugar white
that night

but nevermind the time, my
honeysuckle darling (whose
stamen sinks into my tongue
and leaves a nectar then behind –
and only that, a nectar,
nothing more to cling to after)