“I have eaten my honey and my honeycomb” (Song of Songs, 5:l)
In the sunlit kitchen
You carefully pour
The heated liquid of honey
Onto the warm golden surface
Of fresh baked cake,
It spreads to the corners
And seeps into the layers
The way love flows,
Expands,
Reaching the depths of intimacy
And the length of distance,
Saturating us
With sweetness.
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