Poem Of The Day: Star-Cross’d Sugars

Love letters are like honey:

Verona Italy
PHOTO AMANDA DETTMANN

Storage of the heart. Erasure before bloom-age. Counting amore more like baby bee teeth. Cracked enamel. But soft. Drip drip. Golden. Hum hum. How a sticky note runs. Switching signature suns. Twin moons. In agreement. Chain of crooning crystallized love locks. Italian Rapunzel folded in four. Fingered wings. Wings fingered. A kingdom stretching like elastic ice in June. Wonderland. Wonder full of distance. Pens left buzzing. Footprints of our neighbors, our neighbors flying away in their dreams just before the villain stings. If the bee is the villain, I am its fuzz. The grip. The rampage. Barefooted. Blistered. A match lit in your left ear. Vivacity of viscosity. Can capulet toss her dagger underwater before it’s too late? It’s too late? It’s too late. Here, we lay our scene…

When the letters blow away in the wind

the honey will melt,

chewing gum cementing small countries together in the wall.

Oceans tied by brick.

 

The wall of two honeycombs,

alike in dignit tea honey tea honey crisp honey come

here honey too sweet honey you burn

 

Mouths open.

Juliet romeos nectar,

finger tantalizing her own jawbone

More patient

than a bee hibernating inside

a paper envelope

in winter

VERONA ITALY
PHOTO AMANDA DETTMANN
Amanda Dettmann

Contributor

Amanda is an avid traveler who calls Maine her home, but her favorite places include Amsterdam's Christmas markets and Shakespeare's Globe in London. She is passionate about poetry, theatre, and teaching writing to kids and adults with disabilities. She thinks the best part of traveling is hearing strangers' incredible stories. Her ultimate mission? To find the tastiest cappuccino in the world.

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