Morning Reflection: July 24, Your Nectar
How humiliating to lay under my sheets, in hopes to find shelter from the rain banging on my door, only to find that I was the sole source of the monsoon. How humiliating to weep for one who is drier than the morning sun that doesn’t fail to unforgivingly spread my eyes wide open, staring at its stabbing beauty. Once I have fluttered those eyelashes of mine, I can feel myself falling under your spell.
You draw me in with the drips of honey that seem to be permanently lodged at the back of your throat, oozing down at a crawl. The second you open your mouth I can smell it: the sticky sweetness that is your voice. I always used to think that I consumed you, inhaling every last fainting sign of your presence. But it is you that consumes me.
I roll into your mouth, and find myself deep in the midst of your nectar. Oh, how sweet you are baby. I feel you pushing me deeper into the black abyss that is the back of your throat. Any second now, I think. It takes one more breath for me to feel all the weight of gravity propelling me down your throat. I start to gain more momentum until I feel a jolting stop- there I am, within you. I am not flowing through your veins, the source of your life. Instead, I am inside of you, amongst the many things you consumed today. You consumed me.
How humiliating to know that you have been gobbled up by the one who has forgotten. Forgotten that the sweet honey in the back of their throat was placed there by me in the first place.


