Swimming in Honey

We met by the river in summer. She caught my eye as

the sun went down. I saw her later on the beach stage.

The river turned gold in the moonlight... The night - it smelled like it

was honey. She came to me with a sweet, sweet smile

her words danced in the air like fireflies. I wanted that honey on my

tongue. She cared about the planet more than me. I asked myself: Was she too

young? Would she learn me? Was she the right

one? It's been some time now since we first met.