Honeysuckles

sure the honeysuckles looked pretty through the glasspane
but the temptation to lick the dewdrops was not overwhelming yet
upon glance sure memories shifted causing desire to remember their sweetness and pleasure
but on this side of the glasspane the airconditioning and temperature controls were a comfort
one day the window was opened
and the honeysuckle gave a sweet scent
its aroma filling my nose
it drew me near
i walked outside and toward the honeysuckles on their bush
after all - they asked me to with their aroma
beckoning me
i plucked one and carefully pinched the bottom
pulling the stem downward, pulling the nectar to a drop
when my tongue touched that nectar
it was sweeter than i remember
but then you must remember that honeysuckles do not stay so very long
and once you pluck them all from the bush
or the sun comes and dries them and they wilt
then they don't give the sweet nectar they did
and your left wishing there was more
but there is no more