could I tell you a secret

Could I tell you a secret? One warm and soft.


Could I tell you of honey left in the sun.

Its an odd kind of secret.

In all but words, its not so secret-

As I said its warm and soft. But, I do not have to tell it to make it so -

it’s a secret I’m sure you’ve felt before or caught the taste of on your tongue, but

Could you respond to me in kind, when I tell you of honey left in the sun. 



Could I tell you a secret, just one? now not so warm and not so soft.

Could I tell you of honey left in the sun.

a twisted and sorry secret of all but the same words.


it’s cool and gaping, stretched thin and thick with the suns maw. 


its ‘sweet’ gone potent, festered with ant and drowned with rot.


it’s a secret only those in the night would know.


could I tell a blind man of love, and hold from him heartache?

could I tell you secret and leave it were I begun?


could I be kindly cruel and tell you nothing of honey left in the sun.