I remember the warmth
of so many summer suns...
waking us in the dawn-
the grass wet with the dew of the morning
and I could smell the flowers blooming in the soil.
We climbed and lived in trees-
as we walked the world away...
through fragrant woods,
and inside mountains-
where we touched the earth at the edge of the sky.
those soulful whispers
as we kept our conversations hushed...
under weeping willows...
the taste of honeysuckle on your lips.
Pale skin washed
with amber splashed sunsets-
as we talked the hours away
like shadows from the fading sun.
Where promises linger on a mossy shade of branches
and of leaves...
and I remember
...the taste of wild honeysuckle...
"Wild Honeysuckle" was featured in the Bohemian Collective Magazine