Fireweed Honey D2

Our tongues will always attempt to sing the sweetest tune

As each of our hearts beat on the floor

Pulsing in fireweed honey.

We will forever be searching

For some kind of heat

That we can press our cold faces against.

We will never stop fighting

The disenchantment in the air:

The vinegar that seeps through the walls.

We will never let our love spoil.

We will not let our lips become jaded

Like mismatched puzzle pieces being forced together.

Our tongues will always attempt to sing the sweetest tune

As each of our hearts dance around the room

Drowning in fireweed honey.