Honey eyes like honeyed orbs

gaze upon me

Upon the mire that rain has made

Unwittingly you

Made me feel sour

Your voice,

smoky,

heard when golden hour

is born

The sun reached us

Yet you reached not

Apparently

You wore me as an amulet

To save you every time

I am but a myth,

Whilst you a tangled mess

A tempest in the mist