And Honey, Doesn’t it Lend Itself Toward Sweetness?: Rachel Leigh

April 10, 2020 Kate Belew with Rachel Leigh (Colorado)

Honey, I know you better than yesterday's moon. 

like old war buddies, 

we share an affinity incomprehensible to others.

And what of our kind battle scars? 

I kneel at their altar,

bow to the treasured menagerie etched across the stories of our swollen spines.

And honey, doesn’t it lend itself toward sweetness? 

requited raptures tucked away & folded between stacks of 

lawn chairs in the backyard. 

Remember what summer felt like? 

a blanket of humid sunsets sticky with

our love, lime popsicles and spilt milk.

fireflies lit the scene & fluttered on like the shady

ladies I always knew they were. 

fellow creatures of the night, hold onto their light

floating on the outskirts of jaded & possibility.