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Honey by Debbie Radford
Honey
Debbie Radford
Honey pools in the dip of my waist.
It flows like warm sunlight down my thighs.
Every curve a golden river,
every step a supple pour.
Like a honeycomb,
my body is textured and endless,
mailable like bees wax,
with threads of dripping sweetness
curling around my hips.
My skin gleams like amber
in the late afternoon-
something one cannot help but savor.
I wear the curves of my body
like sugar silk-
soft, lustrous, and shimmering
in a sunshine touch.
I am the sap of my creation,
overflowing in luxury
I melt into the depths of my form,
as smooth as nectar's fall-slow and sure.
Each layer of me ripened in richness,
and oozing in flavor.
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
More from Debbie Radford ↓
* @debbiearadford on Instagram & TikTok
* Her book, The Enchanted Cottage, is out now.
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
🍎 Submit Here 🍎
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
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By Maggie DeversHoney
Debbie Radford
Honey pools in the dip of my waist.
It flows like warm sunlight down my thighs.
Every curve a golden river,
every step a supple pour.
Like a honeycomb,
my body is textured and endless,
mailable like bees wax,
with threads of dripping sweetness
curling around my hips.
My skin gleams like amber
in the late afternoon-
something one cannot help but savor.
I wear the curves of my body
like sugar silk-
soft, lustrous, and shimmering
in a sunshine touch.
I am the sap of my creation,
overflowing in luxury
I melt into the depths of my form,
as smooth as nectar's fall-slow and sure.
Each layer of me ripened in richness,
and oozing in flavor.
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
More from Debbie Radford ↓
* @debbiearadford on Instagram & TikTok
* Her book, The Enchanted Cottage, is out now.
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
Deadline is Thursday, July 31.
🍎 Submit Here 🍎
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com