Honey Bones

Honey bones
he comes to me, jingle jangle
up the stairs with my decaf
coffee.

Honey hands
he washes my hair in the
bath.
I tell him, the last time someone did this for me...

My honey smile
a honey pot
I scoop it out
and up
into his mouth

he smiles a honey smile
back.

All the guitars in the world
play together

violins too
harps

honey
he-man
tall as the trees and kind
as a cup
of gentle snores.