FEATURED: There is No Gold by House of Heart ❤️

I am grateful for the soft

drape of your eyes that like

whispering wings of azure birds

lift the veil of darkness.

Polychromatic butterflies

flee their chrysalis for the

arch of a blue green sky.

There are no riches below

this communal sun,

just you and I,

gilded and immortal.

When you speak I

swallow your words,

sweet nectar on my tongue,

held in the well of

of my throat,

bitter-sweet and burning.

Art by Steve Hanks


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