Honey's Dew

The older katz taught me to dip, then sniff.

Said, “If it curls your lip, then split!”

I never had to run from you.

No need to retreat from aromas as sweet and pungent as honeydew on the counter in summer’s heat.

I relish your African musk,

how this anticipation of my touch

that I take in so passionately, olfactorily,

happens so naturally –

just as the Universe intended.

Your natural splendor is splendid, indeed.

How could I behold you but yet, not agree

with the infinite wisdom that made you for me,

Honey?

-HymnAgen