UNTITLED TYPEWRITER POEM NO. FOURTEEN

14

The way I feel for you
wanders within me
not like a butterfly
searching for nectar,
but like a moth
searching for light.

Though my cravings
never subside—
I want all of you,
and in dozens—
my mouth already sings
the song of your skin.
The light, however…

The light
resides in my heart.
And despite the way
the way I feel for you
searches like a moth,
I don’t yet know
if I want the way
to find the way
to the light.

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