onyx and gold

“The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.”
| William Shakespeare |

Of loyalty evoked in desire’s reign

Counterpoint to ardor’s ebb and flow

Devotion roves as ‘oft bespoke

In the frenetic drone of petite, winged beings

Discernible by august striations of onyx and gold

Pleasured in an afternoon’s surplus of bloom

Pollen acts as a most epicurean aphrodisiac

Tho’ lust’s invasive tendencies inevitably plateau

Quieted in the netted voyeur’s vagrant wafts of smoke

Such is the afterglow of the honeycomb

‘Tis all so terribly apropos

As you and me

We are much like the honeybee

a. duncan, 2019

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

15 thoughts on “onyx and gold

  1. Oh April, the sensuous beauty you pollinate words with. Exquisite

    “Pleasures in an afternoon’s surplus of bloom”

    ”Such is the afterglow of honeycomb”

    I swoon in your words. Every. Single. Time.

    💋🌷 🐝

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    1. Oh…. I had to take a few days to formulate an appropriate response to this. Do you have any idea how your responses inspire me? I feel like I keep trying to convey how important and poignant your feedback is, to me. But I can’t seem to adequately describe it. We have such a soulful symbiosis and it’s just…. so, so lovely. Thank you, a thousand times, thank you.

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