Honeysuckle

We walk hand in hand gliding along

the verdant grass, red mulched with blue lilies

lining the garden, surrounded by birdsong

and fallen cherry blossom trees.

The birds sing their ecstasy. Rays of sun

shine brightly through the open sky.

The only thing that matters is my loved one

who stands by my side.

                             Only God knows why

He sent him, but what God does not know

is the vinery darkness that grows over

his desire, when his closed fist meets my jaw.

I taste red honeysuckles, feel the clover

brush against my cheek, as I hit the ground,

and the forget-me-nots bloom all around.