Honey in Nightshade

Your kiss was honey deposited
at the back of my throat,
thick like night's wet shade,
Nightshade nectar crossing
our caves into deep streams,
memory's blossom-hold
on my lips, your nape, my eyes
drenched with the sweet patience
that holds sleep hostage,
demands everything in black,
and leaves dry throats behind.

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