Honey bear,
Of
tortoise laps,
of stamen stem and
insect naps,
come trapse across the
crooked nest,
in jangle cool and cotton zest,
My
Cranberry
bog-slogging boots
your chocolate tinsel in cahoots
Jelly jar,
come to my dress
bring
gravy slings and mead and rings, and
catch my hand in your paint-paw,
and drip on everything
with colors of dew
and
blush
and rush to meet me at the door
where vines twine above and trip
your lips
of ruby jewels and dine with me,
we'll have a feast,
on
eyelash toe, of sprouted yeast,
of brussels best of courderoy,
my lovely beast, my gentle boy,
We'll have a glass
and then dessert,
We'll drink
numb bummer,
pale and
flirt, and staggle-eyed,
and crossed of fled, and angle, pumpkin
into bed.