Monday, October 6, 2008


He loves her.
He loves her not.
And on some days,
it’s somewhere in between.

Her heart is like
the soles on her shoes:
worn and tuckered out,
past refurbishment and repair.

But, she sticks around
like a bee to a flower.
With his love as her nectar.
And her desire: his impetus, his pollination.
Together, they produce sweet honey.