She said he snored like an alien bee. He said but only when I sleep. The next night he was silent and she dreamed of honey-sweet stings.
They said he had a silver tongue, but his golden words were honey for her heartache. The sweet balm took the burn away and this once, just this once, the words did not fade with time but lived on in truth and in the actions he delivered.
You looked into my face
but the moon
through the window
caught my gaze.
You saw my focus soften
and looked too.
Our honey moon.
May the colour of your dreams be golden
May their taste be softest honey
Sleep in slanting morning sunshine.
Or so I’ve heard.
I don’t get hangovers.
I whisper a wish to you to dream of honey. And if you dream, and if you dream of honey, remember the sweetness when you awake, and think of me.
The taste of the sea stayed with Steno though he washed his mouth with wine and ate his meal of honey. The night would be long.