Honeycomb
How can it be such a crime to be free
soft ripples cut through sickly latex stretch
So lonely I don`t even want to be
Bonded up sticky in honeycomb mesh
A scar, a touch, white, a breeze against blue
chagrin flush stared down by leer of a grin
turned to a soft smile, mist through and imbue
Hold still To fight the will to break the skin
Pads gliding over flesh kissed by the moon
A scream, a pulse a sweet sting of rushed air
Connecting like an acronym at noon
sweating for love in a silent prayer
to feel safe in the strong vice of a hold
Soft sobs no longer regarded as cold
Hope you guys liked :3 I did this a few months ago for class, it's a love sonnet.
