Honey
A poem by Anna Viceconti
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All I want is to drain the sweetness
of your dreamlike face
and pour it
down my back.
The love I kept for you
has not gone stale;
so should I let it squander,
or just reuse it
until it’s faded?
I want to melt it on my skin,
submerge my head eyes open.
After all this giving,
all I want is to swim.