You call me honey and I think of bees on sunflowers, the sweetness of your lips, sucking on the stems of Japanese honeysuckle in the middle of summer. I think of heat and humidity and childhoods spent behind churches doing all of the things that we shouldn’t have been. I call you baby, and it is because I want to cradle your heart, rock you into sleep with my arms and when you say it first, those six words, and I walk out to the sunset over the Ohio soybean fields left unharvested where the clouds look like snow covered mountains and I wonder if only I could climb them would I find you and your sunshine smile on the other side.
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