burnt honey

[dyedinthewool]

Burnt honey and clove
I rustle the sheets in these curls, tangled
Loving love habitually silent
Like it’s never failed me.

Emerging from a past eroded
I ascend, beyond the clouds, beyond the fog
Amidst the dew
With a catheter bathed in a bourbon stew
Finding that stupors and memories in reveries
Are both helpless and beyond repair.

But I still have days filled with buoyancy
Even as I struggle to swim
I harbor all of my storms.
Only to reincarnate in the morning
Like a daisy in a junk yard,
Adversity in the bones
And light in my lungs.

The water comes and goes
Remnants on pillows and sleeves,
Bits and pieces I leave behind till the next meet.

Burnt honey and clove
My clavicle submerged in this musk that seeps, blue.
Embalmed in cucumber, I live vicariously through motley smiles.
That is how I will forever live in your heart.
With stained cheeks and a morose stare
I’ve only dared for something beautiful.

While seasons past evoke
Like pine and country oak
Nostalgia by the haystack
I miss you more than I do the snow,
And you are welcome like the pollen.

Like a moment of weakness
A vulnerable state
I’ll always come back because I’ve learned to love the taste.