It is through the distance of the deepest darkness slow and long that I find the dawn touching the face of hope as I trace the shadows and the shape of one more scar searching the edges or the center of the light that shines, guides from the fight of the flame ever burning within…
Hunting the Honey Bee
Words and Photo Copyright Debbie Berk 2017 Lost in love and the brightly colored darkness of it all bare and barely aware of the danger I surrender my softly bruised flesh to the beautiful brutally of an intoxicating touch sweet as death and my echoed breath caught in the swelling silence of a passing…
