moth

It’s hard to be separated from someone you love; harder still, to give a voice to intense feelings of isolation and despair. This was written on another one of those lonely, lonely nights...

an icy half moon
curls silver
in my palms tonight

where are you?

my body is so cold
so numb
with loneliness
winter’s darkness
chilling down my spine

please
please light me…

where are you?

i imagine you
with the sun flaming
through your ribs
fiery kisses
in your blood

where are you?

please
please ignite me…

i’d rather blaze like a moth
than freeze into unconsciousness

where are you?

the moon
drips through my fingers

© 2010 Moon Poems