|
Honeybush
Imagine my surprise
When she walked up
And said she would
Like to show me her
Honeybush!
Can I show you here
Or should I come
Behind the counter
She smiled,
She could see
The dilemma in
My face, in my eyes,
Was I dreaming?
Were the gods teasing?
She was so sweet!
Never one to insult
A lady
I
stood there frozen,
Looking at her,
Wondering,
Sensing my consternation
She touched my hand,
A slight blush blossomed
On her cheeks,
My honeybush,
She bit her lip,
My honeybush
Is a South African tea.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
|
|