Poem -

A moth-mouth

A moth-mouth

A moth my mouth
her wings my lips.

She adores the night
for her solitary flight.

She is grey,
neither black nor white.

Her eyes are blind,
she does not need the sight.

Darkness is her dress
my white skin her shroud,
her bed.

Do not touch me,
frail moth,
that will kill
us both.

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Tony Taylor

Wow BEATTRICE!!....this is such compelling and magical read...... the imagery that you've created here is unique.....TRULY original and can be interested in several different ways which makes it in even more amazing!!..... In mythology and folklore "THE MOTH" is interpreted as being "The bringer Of Knowledge or Wisdom"......I just love this piece dear poet sister!!......ALL STARS!! & PINNED!!......smokin' grooves my friend!!.....smokin' grooves!!...... Bravo!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo.   : )

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Beattrice Noir

*_* thank you soo much !!! you are always very nice!

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