stuck between panes of glass
cared for, no smudges,
only a small gathering of dust
the light comes in behind me all day
for you, soft rays, magnified past
my wings that flutter in the window
and you, you've lived through so much
have you been here? what were your wings like?
dull brown, like mine?
there is a little hole in the screen
and i am not the first to enter
but maybe i will be the last to leave
i am not afraid, but i am hungry.
you will tarry with your meal.
you joke about finishing last. it's funny.
and in the eve, when darkness takes my back
when there is nothing to see but you
and the book you're reading
you smile on the couch
you look over, you see me,
you smile then too
my little antennae, my feeble arms
cannot press into you with the weight
of relief, or release, or the reality i would give you
if only i could flitter a little harder
if only i could crawl beneath that second frame
if only i were a little stronger, i would press you tight,
my flame
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
stuck between panes of glass
cared for, no smudges,
only a small gathering of dust
the light comes in behind me all day
for you, soft rays, magnified past
my wings that flutter in the window
and you, you've lived through so much
have you been here? what were your wings like?
dull brown, like mine?
there is a little hole in the screen
and i am not the first to enter
but maybe i will be the last to leave
i am not afraid, but i am hungry.
you will tarry with your meal.
you joke about finishing last. it's funny.
and in the eve, when darkness takes my back
when there is nothing to see but you
and the book you're reading
you smile on the couch
you look over, you see me,
you smile then too
my little antennae, my feeble arms
cannot press into you with the weight
of relief, or release, or the reality i would give you
if only i could flitter a little harder
if only i could crawl beneath that second frame
if only i were a little stronger, i would press you tight,
my flame