The moth with
devastating wings
As paper slipped
beneath a door
the moth with
devastating wings
its grey and amber
markings leave
a caramel sticky
ruinous flaw
and as a hand that reappears
its gestures play
upon the heart
a figure comes
unbidden, spare
his voice a signal -
sex's spore
the shadow's soul,
the soul's own mind
has left its
instrument unstrung
and in the dark it
has its way
eating nectar
unrefined
as wings vibrate deep at the core
at infrasound below
desire
he trips a kind of
needle jazz
i want to draw
his mouth contour.
This poem was written in 2002 and has been badly plagiarised elsewhere. I have to repeat it is COPYRIGHT, as is all my work. And boy, do I have a lot of it!
