Lips of Honey, Poetry by Efrain Nieves Jr.

I smell the taste of honey,

precluding argumentation of abstract feelings

yet I still find the words

the soul holds no boundaries to what it can hide

and eventually reveal.

Hope is all we have.

conceptualizing the strength of an embrace

a timeless longing

extracting the universe we created

from our perception.

Like a dying moment

Slipping from the essence of consciousness

A dull sky, grey and lifeless

as the setting of bittercold fills my heart.

In dire need of your touch,

frantically gasping,

as with every breath

failing to remember your scent

A silent numbness overwhelms.

extracting the universe we created

from our perception

Like a fire engulfing a memory

burying the laughs and cries

beneath the rage of flames

immortally wounding,

all that I crave to feel.

I smell the taste of your honey

on my lips,

your kiss.