Honey - Dusted Flesh
by Ken HarnischHoney-dusted flesh; honey-coated words
I get both from you, when perhaps some
Lesser light needs to be shining; it is absurd
To think we can go on in heat and drum
Up enthusiasm for love and lust
In equal complement, when maybe we
Need more subdued affections that I trust
Will speak a softer truth, or two, or three,
On nights when no music has to be played
For us to enjoy loveÂ’s true symphony
We can sit here on this couch or be splayed
And still be as in love as weÂ’ll ever be
Two people who did not need a device
To find their way in bed, or break the ice
05/02/2003
