Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Honey Boy

where are your lips?
Where is that sweet voice
I could glide down
like a spoon
covered in cobbler?
We have danced,
you and I
under the Southern moon.
My hair blowing like a curtain
dark and velvety
against your skin.
Honey Boy,
my honey boy,
take me
ice and all
into July.
Melt the fat from my breasts
and wash my loins
in your golden skin.
I am yours.
Braid my arms
around your body
and tie my legs up
with your joy.
Let me be your uncomplicated hymm,
the one you sing note for note,
the one you never can forget.
Honey Boy
let me gather myself in you
like a virgin’s gown
flowing and bending at will.
Lip on lip.
Tongue on tongue.
The sweetest drowning
I will ever
know.