My ramblings....

The Lunar Moth and The Teenage Forevers

New languages are spilling over pipe sides and twisting down stems and fingers
Intertwined around wine glasses and other delicate hands
Like shy children who just need to be near
Hovering, tracing the lines across the knuckle and the soft skin just above
Musty blankets hold memories forever so we keep wrapping ourselves up in them
Up and up and over and over, knotted into the folds of time and space
Until faces are unforgettable and the feeling in the stomach becomes immortal
That eternal nervousness, the everlasting lunar moth which beats its great yellow wings from the depths of your torso into the walls of your throat
She rises and falls and dashes joyfully through your body until you can barely breath, caught up in the thought of once was, what could be
And when she, for just a moment, reaches the utmost of her heights
Seizing light with the fine tips of her wings, and calling out through the material limits
Sending out one silken strand, the one binding the expanse between me and you when we finally settle for the other's eyes. When we finally raise our courage to hold for a moment the power of one single gaze,
She nearly flaints, fluttering asunder, dearly searching for a resting place

posted by Unknown @ 8:34 AM