o to see the world
as through honeyed glass
tasting no spite
swallowing no sass
o tis a world
of dreams for sure
for only in dreams
may one explore
that subtle sweet
locked in our pores
that impish treat
fixed to our shores
it dances quick
just out of grasp
and when we tire
explodes at last
and showers our hearts
with honeyed glass
it pierces quick
it pierces fine
it pierces all
yours and mine
'til at last it grinds
our hearts to bits
and fills our throats
with bloody honey mist
o tis no greater sin
of this I'm sure
than to purge all feeling
from one's core
to off the cuff
throw off gruff and fluff
when holding hurt
hot in hand
o cowardice!
hold me not!
for when all is gone
cowardice keeps its slot
i want to live
i want to breath
i want to feel
that burning need
i want the quivers
i want the bleed
whatever comes
i'll take with greed
for when tomorrow dies
i want to see
the color drip away
so no honeyed glass for me