Honeycomb

 
Deeper than the wounds    
that we incur
bereft of our celestial home    
   
Stars asunder    
crashing to this earth    
burning    
when we fall to birth    
   
We cauterize    
the aftermath of scars    
healing    
in a language without words    
   
Our poem of ardor    
seared upon the heart    
One soul cast    
to fill the frame of two    
   
Love in spirit fire blood    
deeper than the depth    
of any wound    
   
An arrow dipped    
inside the honeycomb    
seeks to mend this hemorrhage    
of soul