Honey Hill

Take me to honey hill where the flowers dance in the wind, and the four by four quilt lays thin, between us and the grass. As if translucent you see my thumping organ that lets me gasp. The crickets in sync with the melody of the bees. The clouds change as we wind down to make our minds imagine the strange. Hug my hand, kiss the surface of my thumb, remind me how it felt to go numb. Take me to the top, where the ombre orange will set and we will embrace in the lucent love yet to forget. Mesmerized by the markers that make the sky. Your breath like a rush, on my raw, supple skin. The newfangled air that ripples in our veins to find our harmony within. Watch as the stars come out to rejoice, and the wandering words whispered with a voice so dear. I’ll dwell in your love, but only until we’re spread too thin.