wildflower honey
the taste of you lingers
like jasmine tea, pastry citrus bites
like warm sunlight peering through reeds
and sands of time through fingers
nothing beautiful lasts
part with me sunset
like those lips that
always left
honeyed
byes
___
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R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Ooof this is so sensual yet there’s that heartbreak
Love it!!
Felt like the words flowed like honey 🩷
Excellent writing
Such great word choice here!
‘Part me with sunset’ Loved that line. Great work!!!
Beautiful and strong imagery
Wow. Gorgeous imagery.
Wow that's strong imagery and beautifully written.