Not a Moth
staring at a
starry angel
just at the
correct
angle
she might
become or
never not
what but
more
then a
butterfly
but as long
as i'm a flower
waiting for her
proboscis
to do this
and then that
and another thing
as we
dance in
twisted
tongues
an o'keeffe
and stigma
erect as she's
in the mood you
should make
me so we can
politely pollinate
and then if you want
smoke
a cigarette
but i won't forget
smell taste and taking
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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