So I know I said I wouldn’t post very much poetry, but I guess I lied. Here is a poem that I wrote this weekend, and I would say it will be the last for awhile, but I can only take being a liar so much. So in the interest of truth I’ll remain silent :D
WHITE MOTH IN SUNSHINE
The air licks my skin,
the perfect temperature of water on a sizzling hot day.
White moths flutter,
kissing the sun drenched leaves and flowers
in my garden.
The orange tree blossoms
small puckers of fragrance,
and like a bee I am drawn to them.
I almost remember a time
A time without the twisting wretchedness in my gut
that leaves me
cold to your touch.
Perhaps if I lay in the sun long enough
arch my back,
dissolve into honey droplets of sunlight at your fingers
until only my bones are left.
Then I too will be able to fly again
A white moth in sunshine.
-October 13, 2013