My Creative Honey

I find my creative honey

And dive in.

Taste it on my tongue,

My toes.

Slurp each golden droplet

From my fingertips.

Let the crystal nectar

Take me on a journey,

Known only by my soul.

Streaming through my body,

Like threads of liquid amber.

It drips from my heartspace,

And pools in my womb.

A reservoir of dreams,

Yet to be spoken.

roshnii