The happy honey hugs the rim of the of the spoon. The honey is contained by the rough edges of the tarnished spoon from the 1960's.   The  round  spoon keeps it contents safe from spilling over.                             AAhhh the perfect spoon!                             You sleep in my arms.  You nuzzle your butt in the nape of my hips.  The bottom of your feet rest on the top of mine.                             My arm crosses your body and holds your shoulder snuggly, bodies pressed tight and warm.                            AAhhh, the perfect spoon! ~ Rain