My high
beams reflect on the violently
fluttering wings of a moth
right before my engine consumes its life
and I wonder as I drive
towards your captivating light
blinding
what possesses me
That night I dreamt
bay leaves flew out of my mouth
I remember playing them like cards
stacking them in brittle piles
I dealt them out
later all crusted over and awake
you and I looked in the dream book
bay leaves: considered a symbol of prophecy
We laugh
I was once many women
over and over
from chrysalis to flying form
but once your brightness found me
I saw you illuminated me
I inhale sweet abandonment
and exhale vulnerability
I am different
but proverbial
in your rays of white
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC
My high
beams reflect on the violently
fluttering wings of a moth
right before my engine consumes its life
and I wonder as I drive
towards your captivating light
blinding
what possesses me
That night I dreamt
bay leaves flew out of my mouth
I remember playing them like cards
stacking them in brittle piles
I dealt them out
later all crusted over and awake
you and I looked in the dream book
bay leaves: considered a symbol of prophecy
We laugh
I was once many women
over and over
from chrysalis to flying form
but once your brightness found me
I saw you illuminated me
I inhale sweet abandonment
and exhale vulnerability
I am different
but proverbial
in your rays of white