MOON MADE UP OF HONEY
on the days
you decided you
were still in this with me,
ancient trees
leaned in to my touch
will-o'-the-wisps
swarmed around me;
butterflies made nests in my hair;
falling stars
tangled in my eyelashes;
nectar oozed
from my fingertips;
& even oceans
feared the multitudes in me.
Music and vocals by Syeda Rahman