Milk and Honey

I watched your first conscious inhale of the morning
As the sun kisses the spots I have missed
Milk and honey.

Moonlight’s kiss, fire aglow
The midnight stroke
Scent of the pine woven in thy breast
Carry me to the shore.

She showed you the depths of her oceans,
You made believe you were drowning,
Covering you with the warmth of her sun
I hid you under my leaves
I cradled you in the crook of my neck.

But the wolves had already turned their backs on us.
Now I sleep alone.

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