honey

i’m dead meat,
this demon weed’s
just spice.
nothing’s for keeps,
but when is everything
so nice?

it’s skin deep,
but honestly 
i drown.
dig way down deep,
and pull me from
the ground

honey / suckle
me back…

i thought complete
but clumsily out loud
to finally meet
you with my
mealy-mouth

pardon me
if i don’t see the light
you’ll be the death of me
but i would rather

(i.e.)

honey / suckle
me back…

(from the dead)