bright honey pours
all across my dawn
for pictures of you
that seem a hundred years ago
or seven, or beautifully
transparent into who
I once was, and the person
I’ve become, the nectar is curved
love never leaves us truly
just a nameless horizon
where faces shimmer
and wisdom like a fabric
can be held from world to world
planet to planet, until
our body of pure love suddenly
touches the light of a new day
and every face seems like
somebody we should have known
every personality feels really
intimate, I get that a lot
when I’m people watching
it’s a baptism of love
fluid as golden light
as I melt so easily into a stranger’s
eyes, that I feel my entire life
cupped in their hands, in their
memories, as they mix with my own.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
bright honey pours
all across my dawn
for pictures of you
that seem a hundred years ago
or seven, or beautifully
transparent into who
I once was, and the person
I’ve become, the nectar is curved
love never leaves us truly
just a nameless horizon
where faces shimmer
and wisdom like a fabric
can be held from world to world
planet to planet, until
our body of pure love suddenly
touches the light of a new day
and every face seems like
somebody we should have known
every personality feels really
intimate, I get that a lot
when I’m people watching
it’s a baptism of love
fluid as golden light
as I melt so easily into a stranger’s
eyes, that I feel my entire life
cupped in their hands, in their
memories, as they mix with my own.
