Love is buzzing
in the morning air
as we get ready
to leave
As I kiss you,
warm honey soaks
through the blinds
of the hive
We travel so far
from each other that
it's hard not to feel
lost and alone
But at night
these honeycomb walls
curl around us tight
as winter blows.
Love is,
this home with you,
yellow walls,
the colour of honey.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
Love is buzzing
in the morning air
as we get ready
to leave
As I kiss you,
warm honey soaks
through the blinds
of the hive
We travel so far
from each other that
it's hard not to feel
lost and alone
But at night
these honeycomb walls
curl around us tight
as winter blows.
Love is,
this home with you,
yellow walls,
the colour of honey.