
-freelance writer, editor
& published poet-
Alexandra S. Thompson
Honey
PUBLISHED IN HYPHEN LITERARY & ARTS MAGAZINE
While squeezing honey out of a jar,
I saw the shadow of a girl
in the weeping sunset
I heard the whisper of her voice
simmering in golden-hues
I felt her near, felt something
brushing across my fingertips
A hot breeze curling
her summer Sunday dress
Bird-cries, falling droplets
rain shaken off trees
I saw that her toenails were painted
red, her legs—so delicate—
Honeyed sun dripping downwards
in the waning light I could hear
Her calling my name, whispering of
gauzy, shimmering things, of
Flesh untouched, lingering
inside the silken slouch of her
Sunday best, she smiling, only for me
dimpled cheeks, that little face
Turned up to me, her fingers
curled up into mine
She hums and a fragrant field
of meadow-grass appears
Beneath her feet, the tune so sweet
I want to lick it off her lips
The world cracks.
“Honey, are you all right?
There’s glass everywhere.””