And so when he called me “Honey”…
I found it sweet.
Mostly because he knew of the work I put into it.
How I always made my own-
Collecting niceties and making a conscientious effort
towards being aware of my surroundings-
Picking with pristine precision
my ingredients-
The opportunities I let— not fly by me.
The flowers do matter.
It is their pollen that aids the creator.
Their sweetness in turn, becomes mine.
Is it not the sum of the whole?!
And in this case…
no greater than the measure of its parts?
What greater compliment than to be your friend…
When all is said and done-
my work never is.
I am like the bee…
a very busy woman.
Constant in motion-
but what I work ceaselessly towards…
is to manufacture through earthly synthesis..
A byproduct of myself (a soul) –
that sticks to the roof of your mouth…
goes down slowly & lingers for a while–
entices you to taste its sweetness again.
A wild healer~
Smooth and heavy, full-bodied in both physical and
ethereal substance.
~ What a way….
for a woman to be.
So- please gentleman…
feel free to call me “Honey”-
For I most certainly am worthy and working towards
the name.