[net.poems] Moths

suki@reed.UUCP (Monica Nosek) (03/05/85)

maybe
just maybe
and with all my heart
I love you

and at that you turn
and walk away.
	one salt tear slides down my face
	and dries in a saline web
	the spider of despair has spun
		he won't be held,
		my moth, by web
		or promise
	he walks the coals
	and flies through fire
	seeking flame
be wary, moth,
of candles;
they burn bright
and hot.

				-monica

thoma@reed.UUCP (Ann Muir Thomas) (08/31/86)

				MOTHS

		Reading someone else's poem about moths, and
		watching one meet its fate in an electric
		lightbulb...

		Is what makes me wild sometimes the moths
		rather than the moon?

		Moths veering wildly into God's illumination,
		burning to death by their seeking my innocence?
		
		Someday there will be no more moths or perhaps
		no more pyre to receive them.

		And then-- I will be without a soul.