LONGINGS / by Olivia Pirie-Griffiths

the search for honey

Sometimes when I'm next to you

I can feel you smile

A warmth that flows from skin to skin

and lingers for a while


with me your smile I'll carry for

a while or two or so

but over time this smile fades

I don't know where it goes


perhaps it leaves for someone else 

or dissipates in me

either way I mourn the loss

somewhat shamefully 

I wonder if I drove it to retreat with injury

or if my deepest longings do not wish it to be free?