Honey Cataracts- Poetry

honey cataracts 

syrup glazed morning

my sweetened perception 

it stings


converses in daisy fields

copper tinged sun

ambrosia on our tongues

as we both 

never revealed 

what was of us 

the crumbles of our hopes 

hum with the carnage of insects

the foundation underneath

rumbles our honeycomb prison 

barefoot in daisy fields 

boys on the run 

icarus, fly to the sun 

as we both 


what was left of us

honey cataracts 

sunshine in my glasses 

your sweetened deception 

it stings