I waited for you.
Thoughts of (sigh!)
my honey will be calling tonight
filled me with hope.
As I continued to wait
with every passing moment
then every passing hour,
I fought the demons that would
malign my loves intentions down,
and rewarded myself with some honey-
so sweet, innocent, satisfying, and smooth,
will never let me down.
Reinforced, I waited for you.
Not just me, but me and the honey,
for I ate the whole bottle.
Every atom in me quivered and throttled.
Now, the demons are angels of light,
digestion, a revelation! Smooth ate me whole
and I realize it is I who is so sweet,
innocent, and can satisfy my soul.
Copyright Iris Turner 2001. First on poetry.com