Honey Light

We take off our clothes
because we're minty fresh
and covered in honey light. Dang!
We swagger because we know places
in the chest where the heart has rubbed
a groove into a rib. Dance! We ride our
horse standing up because it is
the only way to traverse Brooklyn in style.
Freaky! What else? We've adopted a point
of view that allows for the boundaries to dissolve.
Dangerous! Events like desire make for a certain palatable
sweetness at all times. Gosh! Our mouths are greasy
from eating ass fat. Intriguing! We look natural
and unfussy as we zero in on bliss. Right on!
That's just the way we roll out of bed. Oh yeah!