honeysuckle and wine


reminds me of innocence,

days spent collecting flowers,

trying to fill a whole cup

with the sweet nectar.

sitting in front of a bush in full


with you,

a beautiful sight

on a street littered with houses

falling apart

in a town named for hate.



reminds me of guilt,

the pleasurable kind,

when with each sip you feel waves

of energy

coursing through your veins,

your shaking hands, racing heart

of when you kissed me the

first time.



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