ready or not

here i, the sum
of my advances,
in my coat of
arms barely
reaching, breath-
ing irregularly,
articulating
the recipe
for equilibrium
using: honey,
the tips of your
fingers & a
selective memory.
i'm cooking
up something:
it's barely
edible, yet
my mouth
glistens
like blades
of grass
after a day-
long rain.