You are Honey
You are the honey spilled on the picnic table
and I am the fly, inescapeably held by it's sweetness.
into the honey
until we are one spot.
And I am not afraid
while you hold me.
If you turn me lose,
I'll know that I will perish.
Until then I will not want to escape.
For I am fly and you are honey.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow just a mystery. And if today is good to me how could I ask for more?
[This message has been edited by Ohme (edited 11-23-1999).]