Miel

 Honey

He sat there watching her as she stood by the stove, waiting for the kettle to boil.

    She stood there staring at the red curve of the kettle, watching the steam slowly billow out the spout. She swiftly turned off the stove with one quick flick of her wrist, and slowly poured the tea into the porcelain cup. She watched as the steam rose, revealing the soft yellow of the tea. She gingerly poured honey into the mug, watching as the tendrils of honey slowly dripped down.

    She turned, with tendrils of her hair swiftly turning.

    Their gaze met, and he watched as she walked towards him, steaming mug in hand. 

Bee Like Honey

Apiculture of centuries

Allow for the taste

Of honey.

A taste.

After years

of suffering

without

sweetness.

By Vaishnavi Pernenkil