honeysuckle, bees my skin smells of sun the insides of roses. I want to eat that light. Every thing that grows does 4 comments Lyn LifshinLyn Lifshin was a steady presence in the poetry world for over four decades. She published some 120 books and chapbooks and has been widely anthologized. You can find her work on Amazon. Lyn died on December 9, 2019. Related postsGhost LightAugust 22, 2020Insomnia Chases SleepApril 10, 2022Dark RoastAugust 26, 2022 Previous postAfter CavingNext postThe Room
