Honeypot

A peacock spreads its feathers,

and you melt, stirring prophecies

of lofty looks from knowing,

submissive eyes

Relax, release, crane and curl

in my touch, betwixt the

darkness of taut sun-kissed flesh

I leave pieces of myself, sticky, golden,

on quivering lips

You sigh, and I depart,

casting lustful eyes toward

the brazen sun