167: Healing (Part I)

She tasted of Manuka honey and dew

slowly melting against the mahogany wood

with sunshine glimmering in her combed hair

glimmering like afternoon gold

and she smiled like honey and touched like honey

and laughed like the little pool of beeswax

at the top of a burning candle

and all she did and all she felt

was wrapped in layers and layers of combs

but she didn't fly and she didn't flee and she lay still

with her honeyed gaze melting in her lashes and it was warm

so warm

when he knelt and she traced the line

from his forehead to his chest and paused between

as her hand rested on his cheek and drew him near

so near

but never near enough.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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