I Caught the Moth of the Poem;

Kiss it Sticky Like Glitter

My thunder purrs past the tight lipped seal

of the morning and you, you cry that the lightening

burns your irises and I, I calmly remind you tulips

were my favorite and you were the storm beneath heavy lids

My heart reflects, refracts and shatters

like unborn crystal of a poem kept

and you, you breathe in each shard

eager to fill your lungs with all of me and I, 

I swallow back garbled songs 

as strange as a swan's heartbeat
My fingers tighten, twitch and shake 

like an insect free and you, you burn each wing 

nervous to elapse into sunrise with all of me and I,

I spit forth murmured prayers 

as dangerous as courtly love.
My skin burns, beckons and becomes 

more and more like your own and we, 

we hide beneath sheets caught 

in my own entanglement of me, you and people we don't know.