Honey jar of hope,
soaking up the sun,
making plans with the moon,
on my windowsill.
I sneak into the realm,
where you sleep,
something sweet falls from my lips,
to the tip of your thoughts,
and I leave you,
as I found you,
(for the most part),
because sometimes,
a man needs to think he figured it out,
by his own hand,
when he awakes,
he needs to feel strong,
as he walks into the day.
I write,
that you’re mine,
fifty five times,
my hands can repeat,
each letter of your name,
and each moment of our life together,
without even thinking.
I pray for you,
I bathe in juniper berries for you,
I carve up my heart,
as you do,
mirroring the scars,
with a new knife,
following your tracks,
runaway train of sentiment,
speeds,
spellbound,
to wherever you desire.
You never believed in magic,
but you have more than you know.
