swimming in a midnight stew of silver sky
as light as the froth blown from the seas
the liquid moonlight cries, "come here!"
shimmering your sandy glow like
december mist illuminated by the quiet porch light
you hear colors when she calls your name
swirling towards her faint glow
you drink her light like nectar
sprinkling sugar on skin
made of your powdered dust you
glide in your repetitive pattern
shivers a luminous beating heart
cupped in the hands of a honeysuckle's flower
shaped by micro-feathers and
pocket-sized wings
a boneless body made of paper-thin glass
too delicate for
brittle human hands to touch
as light as the froth blown from the seas
the liquid moonlight cries, "come here!"
shimmering your sandy glow like
december mist illuminated by the quiet porch light
you hear colors when she calls your name
swirling towards her faint glow
you drink her light like nectar
sprinkling sugar on skin
made of your powdered dust you
glide in your repetitive pattern
shivers a luminous beating heart
cupped in the hands of a honeysuckle's flower
shaped by micro-feathers and
pocket-sized wings
a boneless body made of paper-thin glass
too delicate for
brittle human hands to touch
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Sawyer Fell
Jun 04, 2022
this is art! i adore the way you intricately described such a seemingly simple thing :) you really captured the essence of a moth.
i have a vision of what i want to do but the picture is too blurry and i can never remember to clean my glasses…
but now i wear contacts and everything is so much clearer than before!(updated april 2023)