A Poem by Sarah Thursday

Honey

  

The first time you kissed me

I should have seen it coming

You were animal-starved

pawing hungry at my hips

 

You were hurricane-tongued

bracing me against your mouth

I pulled up fierce to match you

claw for claw around your neck

 

I could not hear us breathing

deafened by your torrent eyes

I did not recognize the beast

devouring my skin like victory

 

I wasn't your prey or your prize

bound to be death-squandered

I had waited beyond time for you

to lay yourself down at my feet

 

I had hoped for honey sweet

and slow to drench my lips

with tenderness. But I—

I should have known

 

 

 

Sarah Thursday is a music obsessed, Long Beach poetry advocate, editor of CadenceCollective.net, and teacher of 4th and 5th graders. She is honored to have forthcoming or been published in The Long Beach Union, The Atticus Review, East Jasmine Review, Ishaan Literary Review,Napalm and Novocain, Mind[less] Muse, Pyrokinection, Storm Cycle: Best of 2013, and Mayo Review. Her full length collection, All the Tiny Anchors, is in the works. Follow her at SarahThursday.com.