Dark Muse
02-15-2013, 06:59 PM
Between the Moth and the Flame
Moth-like we dance metaphors around each other,
the flames beguile with serpentine smiles
and I wonder if I am any better,
my secrets flounder in veils of smoke.
Desperately yearning for a touch,
but with wings so delicate how can we dare?
You leave behind the powdered snow of love,
flaking away upon my fingertips,
but then where would you be?
(trapped inside the glass jar we constructed in fear and fragility)
(I wonder is my love such camphor?)
And there is the fire that would tear me away
with such masculine heat,
dare I resist?
(your gentleness I know is hard-edged, but he comes as a tour de force)
I struggle between myself
caught betwixt iron and feathers
(I know how you consume my thoughts)
but he begins to shed shadows
and lingers in precarious, inconspicuous places.
So I will dangle as a pendulum
held barely by a delectable thread of carnivorous silk
which may at any moment give way
and pitch me forth.
(will your satin wings, untouched be enough to catch me?)
(or will I be swallowed up within his mire and mirth?)
Moth-like we dance metaphors around each other,
the flames beguile with serpentine smiles
and I wonder if I am any better,
my secrets flounder in veils of smoke.
Desperately yearning for a touch,
but with wings so delicate how can we dare?
You leave behind the powdered snow of love,
flaking away upon my fingertips,
but then where would you be?
(trapped inside the glass jar we constructed in fear and fragility)
(I wonder is my love such camphor?)
And there is the fire that would tear me away
with such masculine heat,
dare I resist?
(your gentleness I know is hard-edged, but he comes as a tour de force)
I struggle between myself
caught betwixt iron and feathers
(I know how you consume my thoughts)
but he begins to shed shadows
and lingers in precarious, inconspicuous places.
So I will dangle as a pendulum
held barely by a delectable thread of carnivorous silk
which may at any moment give way
and pitch me forth.
(will your satin wings, untouched be enough to catch me?)
(or will I be swallowed up within his mire and mirth?)