I saw you fallen in front of me
motionless and in grief
your only hope has faded
your little life is diminished.
For a split second I see
a tiny flap of wings
clumsy and weak
I hear your voice within me.
"Is it all you can do for me?"
"Why are you taking me?"
"You got a light?"
"Your hands are so warm..."
Moth, moth... can you stand still?
there are no light in here
Moth, moth... do you ever sleep?
live one day and forever be.
Your hand rests limply
Across my waist
A cacophony of thoughts
Our hearts beat at different rates
We search for the light
Like dusty moths
And drifting off
On top of the sheets
Listening to the world outside
I traced the features of your face
With my rough fingertips
We gravitate towards happiness
And do what's in our power
To find the light that never goes out
The light inside each other
It is late and I've been dreaming
So the string of thoughts is tangled
But I think from now on I'll keep
A lighter beside my candle.
Your hawk eyed wing peers with fierce stillness
upon the day scorched Sonoran sands which,
humbled in sparseness like the Sinai, found favor
in God’s eye to cloak you in Joseph’s many colored coat.
Tail horned larvae, thick in hermetic mystery,
raise their heads in sphinx-like pose, riddling enemies
with their stony gaze, spitting green soup at trespassers,
worthy of Linda Blair in the Exorcist.
At dusk you emerge from your cryptic shyness
to pry the secrets of the Dune Evening Primrose
with your well hung proboscis, so tapered to the task
she can’t reproduce without your whirring whispers
bruited in her ear, her cloying nectar saved only for you.
With pugilist’s craft you woo all the desert blooms,
bobbing and weaving like Muhammad Ali midair,
swift and relentless, then hovering patiently
like predatory helicopters on the Mekong
spewing their gift of Agent Orange.
Vat am I ~ a vun trick pony?
Moth, dancing moth,
dance to the light. Dance to the death.
Break those wings to free the flight,
the sea is far and here is no hearth, not here.
Fly, moth, fly
away from the lilted breeze so to breathe easy.
Your heart is in shock; Moth, go back to
from where you come.
Moth, falling moth,
no crevice in sight, dear moth—where has your illusion
gone? Moth don’t waste time, hurry yourself and
cease the end, in through the spaces and far from time.
Wingless moth, pained.
The light shines only on you. What disturbance (perturbing the soul)
held moth back?