deepundergroundpoetry.com
Honeysuckle
Honeysuckle smells deeper
After June’s violent rain
Dogs bark incessantly
At echoes of themselves
Sofa sailors gaze
At reflections of themselves
After the molten sunset
Twilight bruises the sky
Then the moon’s acned face shines
Over wild and sticky fields
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5
reading list entries 4
comments 11
reads 306
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.