Honey, Glass, and things that shine
In the midst of my darkness, she told me I was made of honey & glass
She admired the way that my mind and body were not strangers to the sun
In her darkness, she believed herself to be the night.
She felt that she brought her darkness upon herself
It’s not her fault that she’s so fucking sad
She’s the moon.
The darkness that caresses her only forces her to be the brightest thing in sight
I’m simply honey and glass.
In my darkness, it’s her light that holds me until the sun can shine again.
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This is a great riff on dark and light. I Iove the images of honey and glass.
Light for the artist whether word or brush is such a powerful transmitter of meaning.