Juno. she is the summer in a thousand and thirty four ways. she aimed for the sun, because it felt just right. but she went too close, it scorched her skin with sweet warmth. And it made her stomach burn with honey, bees tickling and buzzing like the heat of summer. as the moirai weaved, she gets her heart wounded by the sun, she was just another girl for him. Juno was so close, she melted down into a puddle. Apollo's wrath is enough to burn entire skies in scorching, liquid lakes of ambrosia. see the victims of his gaze, falling down like icarus twds the grounds. Read the hymns narrated by the ifrit of the gardens, apollo's pursuit. [lowercase intended]

A day, in a dream.

a natural hierarchy

of grassy meadows and sunlit dreams // poetry of the honey sweet love

honeysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets

vanilla scented poetry