[...] like a moth that would do anything to reach its light, here you fight for our love. Like a moth blinded by the beauty of the light, unaware of the harm the light could do to it, you never give up fighting for our love. But why do you put yourself through this pain?
As a moth to a flame So to the call she came A walk entranced Each step her hips sway Almost as though she danced Through the ever-present mist Gone is the light of day Only the shine of the moon As her hands reach forth Twist to grasp for warmth Toll of the lunar noon Cross into the time Of the approaching dawn.
- Jay M March 10th, 2022
Sometimes, we are but moths to unseen flames; seek them out, and you shall find the most peculiar things.
she pirouettes on the edge of shadows dancing in the light danger lurks in dark corners beauty unappreciated the only colour in the room seen only as a meal begging for the trap of silken ropes tied tight around a beautiful body so life can be snuffed out I take my shower and watch should I intervene or let nature take it's course
I swat futilely at the moth whose larvae happily eat my bedroom carpet here for my nightly ritual antacid teeth clean bed suddenly I wonder at my own mortality where is this all going then I smell it again odour of rancid sweat only in one small area but no mistake it feels as though the moths and someone have unfinished business here a carpet to eat a life not long enough to achieve everything still hanging on not quite ready to leave so maybe we never have enough time to be satisfied still, no heartburn tonight and my breath is minty fresh (I can almost hear those buggers chewing as I go to sleep)
No more sinking in your eyes no whispers in my ears, perhaps it should've stayed with me in all my years, it's the next best thing, in this world of lies. In each waking moment, in every drop of daylight fading you are, stains on a wet cloth, burning you are, I embrace, I hold fast embracing the dying light, saving it with all my life, a yearning moth.