Poetry · Writing

honey flavor

it is a need

without second guessing or thinking

hands lay in yours

head in your lap

everything on the table

no where to hide

all on the line-

vulnerable;

in the eye of a lion,

weak and exposed,

in the eye of you

i found something new-

safety in fear

fear that this is a dream

a dream i never want to wake from

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