I am perpetually stuck in honey
And lapping up the sickly sweet
Nectar, stringing it between
My teeth
Wading into the well
Warming my legs in
A pool of delicacies
I’m being delicate with myself
Fusing my limbs with the lake
Reaping the supple tastes
Of a break
Smacking my lips in
Slow motion
Shampooing my hair in
The viscosity of the ocean
Quelling my inner thoughts
Of lacking productivity.
As I steep a little while longer
In honey