i call him honey

when he steps into the sun

his skin is golden, and his eyes

are no longer black, instead they’re soft

brown and streams of caramel blend

into them, seamlessly

his words are sweet, as if honey drips off

of his tongue while he speaks

and i can taste it when i kiss him

goodnight

his heart is honest and understanding

when i lay my head on his chest

i hear the tune of the way that it beats

“for you” he says, and i believe him

he is everything i need and more

and for the first time in my life

i believe this is love