Lepidopterarium
Until my eyes met yours
Suffocating never sounded so sweet
Hot humid air, sticky in my lungs
Sweet sweat on my upper lip
A cry caught in my throat
Truth be told, I think my gut knew what would happen
A moth stuck under a windshield
Wings beat against the glass
Fingers can’t be so delicate
As to hold me
To urge me out the window
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Oh what a fine image. Appreciate the human details and the feeling behind this poem–
Then we come back with these awesome lines: “Fingers can’t be so delicate
As to hold me
To urge me out the window”