The honey on your mind
runs out of your pen
and onto the pages
making them my daily bread
You serve me at midnight
your beautifully baked bitterness
and
break my fast
with succulent sugary sunrises
To lunch upon your lovely lyrics
leaves my loneliness long in the past
and
to slowly sup on your smokey shadows
and engorge my evening with ecstasy
I would starve
without your sweet darkness
to feed upon
1-May-2024
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 74 of 100 #The100DayProject2024
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