Honey

by lonewolfpoetry

Blood may be thicker than water

but what we have is honey.

Syrupy strands hanging between us

every time we part, pooling at our feet,

an amber river connecting us from afar.

What we share cannot be counted

in a million bee hours,

in thousands of stamens

or in rays of brilliant sun.

You are my colony, my hive, my Queen Bee.

I revel in our sticky bond

and am sustained by your nectar,

Oh sweet ambrosia.

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