Zeljka Marosevic

 

Honey

 
O I feel your love,
As if my face had been dipped
Into honey.
Thick droplets dripping from my lashes,
Leaving smears of heavy gold,
Distorting my gaze.
Remember when the bees cared for it?
Something moved within them,
Unexplainable, indescribable instinct.
Now, you have collected jars of it,
Plunged your hand into the depths of it -
Too far.
In the winter,
The buzz of fuzzy fur,
Could have awakened the mystery,
Of summer to me.
Sticky, stinging days,
I am numb with the sickness of a sugar rush,
And have crystallised with disillusionment.
Yes, you meant the world to me,
When you were not quite honey.

 

 

Zeljka was a commended Foyle Young Poet in 2007.

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