Honeypot

Honeypot 48 x 63 cm acrylic and charcoal on paper

A TASTE OF HONEY

The title’s somewhat misleading:

A Taste of Honey. Herb Albert

& The Tijuana Brass. On the album

cover a naked girl is buried up to and just

over her nipples in whipped cream.

The beauty of her breasts, sculpted in cream

(which in disillusioning reality was shaving cream)

defies description because it cannot be seen.

Voluptuous contours suggested, not shown.

And imagination hesitating all over the place, not willing

to sound like a personal essay on some porn blog.

Even before puberty I wondered about the physical

impact of a leisurely cuddle beneath that mountain

of magic cream, wanting, like all explorers, adventurers,

seekers, an object whose essence I could never grasp.

Look, she’s licking her finger. Only, where’s the honey?

My guess is that it’s concealed beneath the “whipped cream.”

Meanwhile walnuts shake their skins in the hot breeze.