Like honeysuckle

[joel]

Like honeysuckle on a bark-brown post—
like gently scented yellows from the mud—
like rings of fireflies on dusky clouds
as tawny Fledermäuse hunt their stars,
I watch her seven golden bangles ooze
like honey on her top-soil paper wrist—
her good earth: soft and dark, with grit
and strength, with mold and worms, with blood and spit—
all unashamed and beautiful: a tryst
as fleeting on her arm as if tattoos
imprinted it forever for as far
as I concern myself. My love confounds
that clustered soft forsythia, that flood
of ginger blooms, in hope to branch its host.

[Perdida]

niiiice, real nice.

i've read several of yours Joel and so far this is my fav.

love how you describe both sides, rough and soft.

I watch her seven golden bangles ooze
like honey on her top-soil paper wrist—

love the visual of this.

[WIREMAN]

sounds like my kinda girl joel......really good write my friend....

[joel]

kind words--my thanks to you both

[inkedgoddess]

i dig it
it got soulllllllllllllllllllllllllll

and i like it like that