Drops of Honey

Sweetness like honey sitting on the tongues of 

Those who we want, yet we cannot have;

Bathe me in the amber glow as it pours from you -

Scrape it away with teeth sharpened for war, not love

Leave me craving the taste in the morning when you

Leave me for fear of what comes after the sweet;

I'd take you far away from this place if you'd let me -

Lick the honey off your lips and follow me home