Tasted like honey: A poem by Mike Cole

He took a sip and it tasted sweet,

She took a breath and felt the heat.

Like lovers they danced and steam began to form.

Miles apart, a desire was born.

A dream, a sigh, a chance to deny.

And yet neither did, the trance had its hold.


It’s been interesting to write love poetry to say the least. I’ve played with Dark themes and more excitable themes. This poem is a personal favorite as I’ve leaned into the more figurative and image driven. I’m a fan of imperfect rhymes and free verse. Coupling lines together is enjoyable, but there is just something about the mismatch at the end that really speaks volumes. It creates an emphasis on the last line, adding a sense of finality to what is a fast moving poem.

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