Old Poem

grin at me with your honey-lemon smile,
my feet start sinking,
my head starts lifting.

body stretching that way this

thoughts turn to creme brulee
and maybe an old spoon to eat it with.

your honey-lemon smile,
sweetypie
makes me want a roadtrip, something
I
usually avoid.

wish I had the voice to speak out loud
had that soft sweet syrupy tenorbassharmony
in that voice box keyed
in the minormajor of D

thank you, honey-lemon
honey-lemon
smile.


SDF