honey-like or sweetness,
pamela, oh dear pamela,
you are the beginning
to my endless love
and element of
our time spent together
you are like a toasted bread
in bed with my Colombian coffee
you taste just as pure as a green
apple which fell off our backyard tree
and I can't explain how joyful it makes me.
the lights in the sky dim their brightness
in order for you stand and take it all
away with the twirl of your white dress
and you make it all better,
honey-like.
your voice is like a current on my feet
you can speak with the waves
but I want to envelope my skin
in your oceans seas. it's like home to me
and I know you are far from home
it's not like you to answer your phone
but I want you to know these
simple words incase i forget to write them
i have what i have, the sweetness,
and my victories, and I earned it.
thank you.