“Honeysuckle” by D. Parker


You press the soft petals between my lips
and whisper of things I have known
only in the letters of others
before me; there isn’t much you need
to say; we found our own tongue
shaped like secret, intimate devotion.


D. Parker spends most of her days surrounded by books both at work and at home. In her free time she reads and occasionally lets words form on paper.