picture a moth,
and instead of
struggling to escape its pupa
it is struggling to escape itself.
maybe it is squeezing
you to a diamond. tethered so tight
the blood inverts; the moon suspended
by mirage. did you forget
your cleanliness…? your
ineffable salve? the mantra of your cells?
the sacred deer of your weeping heart?
as if you could obscure light
to improve upon its brightness…?
she would teach you so gingerly,
so amok in tenderness you would
scarce feel her loving fingers prying
every thing that isn’t you apart
I am distilled; every pass there is less
til my vapour is a sweet perfume
by the end, my only note will be
come here, come here, come here.