Honey, you are the sliver of sun
that sneaks through my shaded window
like the flower so dark within
yet fringed with petals of subtle saffron. I stand
and turn to you
I sip and I sway in your intimate icterine
because love gave me lemons
and you stirred them in my spritzer.
Midas, you have turned my charcoals gold.
My soul, once boiled with burden
is now cured by your amiable amber.