Black Moths

Black Moths

Your words are not enough to give comfort
The finally departing duality
Of sonnet and dirge
The inconsistency of what was once

That so-called dream

Your presence filled my mind and heart,
Birthing new worlds for I to play

As I exploded into

An ardent lover
Bold was I in my zealousness

Triumphant

Black moths; how they gambled between us
As we lay in fragile, sun and green
Symbolised the death of our eventuality

And so winter has gone, no more layers to give birth
No more sighs and pent up thrust against headboard
Or the mark of your taste

Just the heat of thin translucent glares

A summer of lost, never ending in your symbiotic stare
Just the chimera that love was here wise spent

Poetry © Gwialchmai

Black Moths

Gwialchmai

Joined November 2007

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