Honeycomb - Kadhja Bonet

My honeycomb

Honeycomb, drip amber rays of sun

The sweetness that is you

And I the humble bee that brings the pollen to

Your gilded lips

Without a doubt before the morning comes

I dream a bit of you

And several languid thoughts will surface like

Honey dew drops forming new

And I will feel compelled to say

Honeycomb!

Honeycomb…

Beckoning -- with fickle majesty

Your whims are always met

Honeycomb

And I the lucky fool in courtly jest

But the jokes are all on me

And I’m reminded of your words

«All the stars burning in the sky

How can anyone see just one

All the stars burning in the sky!

How can anyone see just one?»

Honeycomb!

Honeycomb…

Honeycomb!

Honeycomb…

Honeycomb!

Honeycomb…

Honeycomb!

Honeycomb…

«All the stars burning in the sky

How can anyone see just one

All the stars burning in the sky!

How can anyone see just one?»