it is felt

by sasha

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-06-11 05:01:00

Parent message is 465677
we are taught to fear love
like how we fear fire;
stand back from the orange embers.

but isn’t it that great heat,
that tingle of burn
which draws us toward the flame
like moths
on summer nights,
obliviously fluttering and burning

[pale delicate wings]

they flap,
dust grey,
like dirty snowflakes.