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Date Written: September 28, 2017

Through night-blooming jasmine
she takes flight, the essence of love
spilling from gossamer wings.
Musings of poésie falling
through strands of curls, a trail of desire
falls gracefully in her wake.

She makes no apology for who she is,

her beliefs, her truths, her spilled need.
To his light she flies, like Icarus towards
the sun, unscathed she flitters around his radiance —
her inspiration, her salvation, her answered prayers.

The understanding of the world unnecessary,

It’s not the spotlight she seeks,
glimpses of a gentle heart,
tender thoughts whispered in mingled moonlight,
as she wraps her moth-soft words around

the Few, the Lucky, and the Enchanted.

One comment on “Moth-Soft”

  1. River.Ophelia     September 28, 2017

    eloquent and elegantly written
    I loved reading this, thank you…

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