Milk and honey,
ain’t it funny?
How the simplest things
are the cure for the stings.

You are my honey,
and I got the milk.
Your hair like soft feathers,
your skin is smooth silk.

Golden and green,
eyes like I’ve never seen.
You, a real peach.
Juicy, within my reach.

You move with a swagger—
a poison, a dagger.
Pierced right through the chest.
Honey, you do it best.

Those freckles, tiny army
marching on your back.
And it’s only my heart,
they seem to attack.

You smell like milk & honey.
And I’m a kitty-bear-bunny.

A tall glass of milk,
all protein, no ilk.
My eyes are so parched,
and smiling, all arched.

Milk and honey,
ain’t it funny?
I found you in the dark,
then you made it sunny.