HONEY ON MY FINGERTIP

Licking honey off my fingertip this morning led me down an exercise in glorifying it through verse.

Honey on my fingertip 

sweet to taste

A single drop

my sorrows erase

Honey on my fingertip

slow to stall

Stay I plead

your downward fall

Sundew in a petalled prison

Mother Nature's vision

Stored in safe houses

geometrically pleasant

Flowers essence distilled

by wings fluttering incessant

Pollinators guarding from profits and gains

Gushing Gold on Amber lanes

Honey on my fingertip 

nectar refined

Your inner glow

crystalline

Drip slowly 

syrupy ship

Rest a while 

on my fingertip