blue honey
so sad and sweet
blue honey
i sit in the wind and learn about the unseen what roars and touches but my eyes can’t see what is this affinity i have with blue honey? my thumbs wipe it from his eyes so sad and sweet i sit with sea spurge my favourites are always weeds and make lorikeets blush kissing under banksia trees counting buoy lights i swallow the grief for the innocence i left moored to that reef sometimes i swim swept away with this breeze but i always come home to my blue honey
Your words are like a tide pulling me into a dream I didn’t know I needed to swim in. I felt the wind in my hair, the salt on my lips and that strange soft ache in my chest that only blue honey could know. You write with the saltwater soul of someone who’s tasted both grief and sweetness in the same breath. I’m still licking the sweetness off my thumbs. 🐚💙✨
So beautiful, making me miss the summer 🧜🏻♀️