Honeycomb

The palms of your hands taste like
      cemeteries
I woke to dead breath on my neck
      and
honeycomb in my ribs



The palms of your hands drip like
      honey
your fingertips are blood clots


      I woke to a corpse on my chest


The palms of your hands taste like
       cemeteries
The cracks of you are salt on my
       honeyed tongue


       your teeth condensate like
       sugar
I woke to your breath on my neck.