Honeycomb

Honey, comb your hair

As it catches the sun

I don't need your fuss or flesh

Tempting as you know it is

Tight are the reins

That are soaking you through

I don't fear the reeds, more, it's

The lies you thread my needle with

And your calf is sold

And your honey crushed

You were up all night

And the orange tree

That you tend for me

I was up all night

Honey-cursed are your words

That are leaving your mouth

They used to float, those paragraphs

Now they fall like paving slabs

Dry-cured or lovesick

It's hard to depict

You'd have to cross the universe

To find something you're happy with

And your calf is sold

And your honey crushed

You were up all night

I'm a nectarine

On an orange tree

But you tend to me

I was up all night