brew (v).

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Don't you see? Your words
are like honey, 
sweetening my tea and
soothing my sore voice, they
coat my neck as I
take them in. 

Don't you see? Your words
are like honey, 
how honey sticks and stays
stuck to the spoon, 
lingering down the side
of the cup that runs over,
cemented like drying glue
in a ring on the table. 

Don't you see? Your words
are like honey, a heavy
varnish of goo that does
not clean easily, it lingers
on my cheeks, my hair
it rests where it lands
even after I rinse
my hands and face and you
leave the room.  

Don't you see? Your words
are like honey, they can
sweeten or spoil
my drink. 

Posted on September 5, 2017 and filed under the word project-.