Monday, August 22

Through My Window

Through my window
open mouth

a moth
came, freckle in air

to eat cotton dance
up light

Its breath alone felt
tremors

Reading, I raised
barely my chin

but it flirt to came
come fluttered

& kissed my lips once
, twice

We held hands, she he
my eyelashes

; & rested

When many hours
later( mid-

night relief )what
copperflakes twitched

deathly in porcelain
bowl but

the wave of my drowning
lover upon

a yellowing mirror
spread, wider now; over.

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