Beloved Poem by Kristien Blend

Beloved



Beloved, your lips
come to me
sweet as honeysuckle
I am intoxicated by the scent
sweet and heady
The smell overtakes my mind like
a thick fog that holds me
in place
as you press them to mine
and then suddenly
you disappear
And all I can smell is
honeysuckle and emptiness

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