Honey

 Pablo Picasso,  Tete De Femme - Portrait De Francoise,  sourced from https://goo.gl/jDGvSk

Pablo Picasso, Tete De Femme - Portrait De Francoise, sourced from https://goo.gl/jDGvSk

At first,


You concealed those knives of yours
Under the gingham tablecloth, perhaps?
And I concealed my fears, my anxieties,
Beneath the black exterior I wore.
I was, and you were,
I did not seek you, nor you me.
And so when you opened me up,
I expected you to fill my veins with honey,
Sweet, overflowing, golden,
A liquid shield of protection.
I would prefer an addiction to that gilded love
Than to the venomous sorrow
(Now running through those endless marble tunnels)


I have learned to crave.

- Mercedes McGrath

ST.ART Magazine