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