Honey Glazed

Honey glazed lips, fingers laced harmony,

Veiled lovers perch on rocky precipice,

Feet skim the top of a sapphire sea,

Wind from west beckons, fingers of sun pull,

Salted rose cheeks and tastes of aching sweet,

Wavering souls clash in sorrow, retreat,

Dreams of forever encountered by chance

In memory alone, the summer yields.

Dashed like thundering waves wrecking below,

Lovers cling to summer’s lull, dying light,

Upon the clouds, in the din of twilight,

It falls like a shroud, a shadow, a gloom.

Air tastes honey and salt, bitter like dusk

The lovers must go, face the night alone.