A Taste of Honey

 We took turns to be weak and to be strong.

All summer long we played our game of words

and sang our songs as though nothing was wrong,

not knowing summer love is for the birds.

When winter came

we hibernated

and in our caves

we waited, weighted.

Now the sun returns and though its face is fine,

it will not warm us up if we’re alone

so now, my love, let’s pour ourselves a drink

and add a spoon of honey to each cup.

[I]

Note: Okay, maybe I’ve broken a rule of the dorsimbra through carelessness but I don’t want to fix it and I promise another.[/I]