Old Honey
Old Honey - My dizzy head weaves you in. Where two old friends can meet again. These homemade wings, you sure they’ll catch the wind? Close your eyes, give in. Up higher you wish we were. Hollow bones and feather. We’ll rest a while to recreate the sun. Old magic uncovered. What we were in this place. Melting. Gone. Wet feet, frozen arm. Touching me, holding light, cup of sun. Old honey, candy song. We hope this survives. High on faith, sweet inside. Cowering, bathed in desire. My words, swollen and ripe. Evaporate. Escape