Poetry · Writing

Honey Dip

Sweet surrender of a knife of faith

on a chilly holiday weekend.

Rear view mirror fogs

and the quiet of her lips bound

tightly

suffocating the white around his finger tips.

Chest beats around his clinch

balancing her like a scale

on a moon

and the taste of honey

springs down his lips.

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