The colour, honey possesses no flavour
Nor any texture, not gluey or dense:
It is only a colour, and as such it knows
Neither sour nor sweet, heft nor tang.
When the night has grown bored with its darkness
And the first yellow pallor comes up
from over the horizon where the east is
it tastes of nothing at all. It has no taste.
Saturday, 4 August 2012
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