I Want To Sleep In Honeycomb

I’m going to tell you what it’s like to ache for honey

and to have your hips swing around mountain ranges

I go home and practice talking a little louder

my voice is not used to reaching beyond shut doors

I’m trying a little harder

so I'm carrying my speech through canyons

caramel echoes bounce off red rock

I'm learning to not leave my voice behind shut doors

I once knew a boy with an artichoke heart

he taught me that love is not always pink

or reciprocated or understood or exactly what you need

he was not what I needed

I’m waiting for the day I’ll be able to roller-skate on Saturn's rings 

I'm getting tired of lost toothpaste caps

and tipping over mason jars

teeth sinking in sparkling water

I want to sleep in honeycomb

I’ve been kissed by olive branches

stung by bees

aided by angels 

miracles do not shout for attention

rather they wait to be found

thank you, God for planting those miracles in me

for I was what I needed all along

. . .

I no longer leave my voice behind shut doors

so watch me as I bandage my own blood

 brave and bold, brave and bold