You never knew the garden I grew from within or the ripe honeysuckles intertwined with my ribs you never pressed your mouth to my pink primrose lips or felt your hands laced between my fern fingertips you never saw the buttercups brim behind my eyes or the soft blue forget-me-nots speckling my thighs you never heard my voice not a laugh, not a word so don’t tell me I’m missing what you found in her.
Your love was honeysuckle sprouts growing with every breath I took. My tears kept them flourishing until they were sprawled up my insides, clogging my throat not being able to decipher the 'I Love You's from the screams. Quickly the vines overgrew and spilled out my mouth as messy as the poems, forgetting what it was to feel empty.
Written after a pull away from strong emotions and a hard reality check, drowning in feelings
I've been breathing in everything I hate Such as the smoke from fire that bellows beneath my feet, It burns and it scalds and yet, I do not learn my lesson. My lungs have become airbags- deflated, charred It hurts me to breathe but yet, I do not learn my lesson.
I have been shown the sweet smells from the valley, The honeysuckle kisses against my dried lips But nectar is far more vicious than tar. For it sticks to you like a bad memory It will coat you in a sweet sickness, A birth from a joyous hospital room Honeysuckle kisses upon dry lips, While they pump you full of the tar.
So while my lungs cannot heave anymore, And my organs coated with depression The nectar does nothing but upset my stomach It causes it to wretch like a screaming baby Lack of honeysuckle kisses fuels the fire. I will continue to burn and scald my feet- But I will not succumb to the iridescence That will one day leave you sick, And sticky sweet.
Summers day and a fragrance of honeysuckles all in bloom Where dragonflies zoom, zoom over high grass and a stream Alas. a sleeping fairy in a dream Captured by a lonely ogre See, she sleeps on his shoulder
Enchanted by spring’s rustling whispers ... whistles swirl in the pungent springtime breeze; steeped with a bedazzling cadence heart dancing to a hummingbird’s whirs
waves of breath, of little wings waft, whooshing throughout twining honeysuckle lattice a tiny manger beset of hidden gold precious speckled eggs, silver lining of smallest hopes fruits of fruition continuum beheld prize, concealed in interwoven rootlets;
potently perfumed flowers while away the waning dark hours; swollen full flower moon waxing yellow,.. heavenly fragrance sweetly-scented suckled nectar
the one with eyes of a child, wonder ― hidden inside, marvel in the light of grateful eyes imbibing an unholdable moment's spellbinding elixir ... poetry alive
air so poignantly perfumed with blossom moonstruck by spring’s frolicking cadency a reverent moment's edifying intoxication