Honey, Salt & Smoke

Honey resting on my tongue,

your touch making trouble bloom,

sunset falling low and slow

while the ocean hums our tune.

Bare feet buried in the sand,

gold light melting into blue,

and every wave that kissed the shore

felt like it was pulling me to you.

We said this would be nothing,

just some heat beneath the skin,

just a wild night wrapped in salt

we’d laugh about again.

But your eyes stay on me longer

than a stranger’s eyes should do,

and every time your hand finds mine

my restless heart comes loose.

I’m the woman built for running,

for disappearing with the tide,

with wolves howling in my bloodstream

and moonlight living in my eyes.

I know how to leave before

the sweet turns dangerous and deep,

before a fleeting little fire

becomes a blaze I cannot keep.

Still, you stand there in the dusk

with your smile crooked, rough, and slow,

like you see the storm inside me

and somehow love the way it blows.

You touch me soft but not too soft,

never trying to make me tame,

just tracing heat along my skin

like wildfire calling out my name.

So don’t call this love just yet,

don’t ruin it with certainty,

let it stay all honey, salt, and smoke,

all ache and aching chemistry.

Let me kiss you in the half-light

where the sea meets burning skies,

while the last sun drips like amber

through tangled hair and hungry eyes.

And maybe when the night rolls in

and the stars begin to run,

this wild woman won’t disappear…

because she’s finally found someone.