"sticky"...(or) i think it has song potential...(or) maybe i'm just tired of the cold...

again, this is only a draft. i've experimented with punctuation and stanza breaks (neither of which do i really need to bother with in performance). line breaks were pretty much a no-brainer since i followed a rhyme scheme (though tattered and torn it may be). this piece followed my purchase of "extraordinary machine", and i hope the influence, if detected at all, is more like inspiration and less like mimicry. an interesting tidbit - i think this piece came from the affinity i had/have for the phrase "honeyed words." who knew it would take me where it has? i must admit, though, i miss being taken advantage of by the muses ;+). enjoy...tmL

Life was bitter 'til he came with honeyed words
Buzzed persistently, though I spat vinegar.
He kept buzzing his honeyed words inside my ear,
droning on and on unitl love blossomed here.
Heart hid within the tree of me, I let him in;
We nested there and soon life became sweet again.

But time built up like wax, and it was closing in
So inadvertently I started swatting him.
Vinegar could never keep a honey bee
He felt choked, provoked--
to retaliate
started stinging me.
I swat, he stung so long - thought pain was commonplace
We selfishly were saving heart and saving face.
Compelled by history, we longed to sow it still
Love had once been sweet and once again it will.

So we fought against the winter, though it began to snow
A chill had settled in our nest and wouldn't go.
Our hearts may still be warm, but our lips were numb,
and only a matter of time until the bears would come.
Prayed, nightly, that we'd have the strength to fend them off
and to save our happiness, but at what cost?
Will it cost the honey we have stored with care?--
Precious care?
To save our life, should we forfeit it to the bears?

Without our reserves, what will happen then?
Will we have the enrgy to begin again?
My love, our flowered past is such a pretty thing,
but will it be enough to last until the spring?

so perhaps it's not 'vintage T.L.' (as i've been told i have. imagine that? have i really been writing long enough to have throwbacks? that's kinda fresh.) more concretes used abstractly. i have no ambitions for its desired effect; here's just hoping i revise this one into a "final piece."