Amy Hoskins

The Honey Thread

meltmouth
muskmouth
Mexikiss
basil kiss
mints kiss
abstract kiss
creamsicle
lip hickey
it kisses fate
unknown random other
opposite of hate
i’m biting into your random candies
i’ll eat cheesecake with you anytime

i’m flying into you for shelter
you are the wilderness 
for my wild dove
i am the dove to your wild church
nestle into your neck
bury my face into your hands
and find my nest, my home
my wilderness preserve
until it’s safe to play again
safe for you 
safe from my old impulse rages
we find peaceful places
in our hearts
peaceful playful passion places
to explore
as is, as is, without words

you are the sand in my shell
a patient heart making pearl 
in the midst of my stormy mass
slalom jetsom gypsum basalt
the slow rhythm drumming a wild heart

i am the sand and you the slow wave 
washing up bubbling laces
waves of pearl, waves of shell
i’m diving deep into your mouth
exploring your ocean, the ocean we are making

melting me to honey thread
the thread from me to you
the link between the engine
and that slow Memphis train
between the core of me and your ember
the purple trail of your mouth on me
the purple flood, the honey trail
dream sweet into that dark soft candy
go deep into that dark softly
dream slowly into this dizzy spin
dovetail, evensong, dovecote, dovespin
a dangerous journey into the deep end
the rope that holds us to the ship
the same other, cumbining second skins, winded

we’re floating in warm waves we’ve made
into an absolute joyous calm
you’re holding me, i’m holding you
in a honey-sea love rocking it
what we’ve found

 

Lost and Found

 

Cherish the greatest blessings of now.

 

Your words are upside down,

Easier to read them in the mirror.

 

Butterfly kite stranded

In the winter bare Weeping Willows,

Through the expanse of windows

At the warm community pool.

 

Fresh Snowflakes add insult to injury

After our devastating Ice Queen

Brought her vengeance falling

On us for reasons unknown,

And known.

We struggled suddenly without power.

 

Sleeping garden gone deep into

Roots, covered by Earth,

Layers of snow and crippling ice.

 

Cherries will bloom again,

Peaches, chestnut, hazelnut,

Cherokee princess Dogwood,

Muscadine vines that will

Grow and stretch for thirty feet.

Our hopes for fresh food.

Here in our long standing food desert.

 

Life gives me the chills.

Past and present aching,

Burning age.

My heart a flower made of blood,

Born, reborn cells, pulsing

With spirit, love, and loss.

 

What are your nightmares made of?

Being irreparably lost?

I dreamed we could only walk,

The rich had cars, not anyone else.

Huge, empty monumental

Office buildings made of stone,

Glass, cement, neon.

Landmarks for me to be found,

If only my iPhone had power.

This is how I lose myself walking,

Not sure how to find home

Under my feet with again with you.

 

I can only reach your unique

Loneliness with my own,

dark void  of subconsciousness.

Unknowns we can only face

With self reflection on the soul.

I’m here to listen and soothe,

Hold your heart and hand in mine.

We hold love within each other.

 

First noon of every month,

We rush to kiss with such passion!

We were married on the first

Saturday of May, during Covid,

Right before the tornado siren sounded.

It sounds again early each month.

We run to each other to kiss again,

And celebrate.

 

Cherish the greatest blessings of now.

Lost, and found.

Snow Moon

 

No sleep ’til midnight.

Your portentous glowing Leo,

Behind rain clouds,

Keeps me awake.

Restless on the edge of falling

Out of time

Through stars.

 

Brain on fire,

Breathing it out,

Nothing will make it right.

 

Find your handsome self

Sleeping calmly.

I’m grateful.

I’ll curl into you at the

Unknown hour.

 

I’m sleepless with underground roots,

Burrowing into our familiar, unknown,

Dark Earthen home.

Mycelium whispers,

“I’ve always been here.”

 

Scrape for spare change

as if it were food.

 

Scrape the Snow Moon for meaning,

When I do know some various truths.

 

Into the mouth of night,

I fall back into your arms,

Cradling silver memories,

Of you and I, awake.