Honey-Kind Of Love
The light particles find her bare face
and kiss her nose like an adoring lover.
Her chocolate eyes saw enough,
In the space, a lot has been uncovered.
Her aching fingers tried to stretch out,
the harsh growing pains had not been soothed.
Her worrisome lips pulled into a grin,
there was never remembering the bruise.
The alarm clock won’t ring anymore,
still, her ears can’t forget the high-pitched sound.
A vivid memory stuck on a loop,
she is afraid it will never be found.
The dust bunnies hop across the floor,
soon they’ll be swept beneath the braided rug.
Lemon tea was always too bitter,
she stirs in honey in a steaming mug.
She looks upon him in the armchair,
she knows he has a honey-kind of love.
With a soft smile, she makes her way.
The young pair are like hands to a warm glove.
