HONEY
do not presume
to tell me
what
is forbidden
is the sky
forbidden?
the sea
the Sun
you
yourself
forbidden?
are all the things
in your book
of prescriptions
ultimately forbidden
what of honey
is that too,
forbidden
bees may sting
but the make it freely
as is the case
with honey, your honey
it is the sting
itself that makes it what it is
defines it as honey
and so please
before you
close the gates
shut
the hive
lay the mines
string the wire
as a matter of gentility do
tell me what is forbidden
point to
what is forbidden
in all this honey
that I might discover
taste
and judge
decide for myself
poems 2 die for 
Nice poem Damien 🌷🤝 This poem is a bold, sensual challenge to rigid boundaries and imposed restrictions. The speaker defiantly questions arbitrary prohibitions, comparing desire (“your honey”) to the natural sweetness of the world—sky, sea, sun—all things that should be freely experienced. The imagery of bees and honey cleverly intertwines pleasure and pain (“the sting / itself that makes it what it is”), suggesting that true sweetness carries risk. There’s a demand for autonomy: *let me taste and judge for myself*. The tone oscillates between playful and provocative, rejecting moral gatekeeping in favor of personal exploration. A rebellious, mouthwatering piece!
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Thanks so much for the feedback it is deeply appreciated and very kind of you Srikanth.
We are definitely on the same page.
Regards
Damian
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