Hornet’s surprise

He made her cry
like an orange peel
stung her eyes

He made her numb
like a tangy grapefruit
bittered her tongue

He made her smile
like a ripen orangelo
surprised her lips
with a swell of affection


My Honeycomb!

Do you know
you are meant to
be empty and lonely
for I was born to
come and fill you
with sweetness in
every hollow room.

We drip of
wealth and riches
overflow with harvest
cacoon in our happy home.

Oh my sweet sweet Honeycomb!