A pesky moth
Dressed in stained glass
Windows
Tries to fill my
Hollow eyes.
She knows just why
I look at love
And
Wonder why it's sold me
Only lemons and limes.
She is brilliance, a green eye,
A distraction for me,
But she holds two amethyst-clad fingers
Up and
Her wisdom kicks old lies between
The thighs:
She says love is
An ankle-biter
That requires not only the
Chase of the heart but also
The chaperoning of the
Mind.
YOU ARE READING
SUNSHOWERS
Non-FictionA book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?
