Honey (2004)

Oh, golden liquid,
Sweet nectar,
Glowing dully
Over there,
Within a clear jar,
Ever fair,
To be desired,
Worthy of stare-
To be kept from all harshness,
Even the sun’s glare.
Sticky on the face and hands,
In the mouth possessing
A smoothly tender flair,
My dripping honey,
To eat I dare.