Note: (based on a book in which a women is having an early labour and staring at a moth in the room, wondering what it sees...)
Because a moth, stuttering in and out
Of itself -
With wings swimming in a colossal
Baptism of light is now a noun
Stranded in it’s own translation.
It is us, beaming like a new sun, much higher above
The height of the small hospital room - drenched in heat.
Because we were alone and no one was coming after us -
Because my kiss was a fistful of colour your ash white
World couldn’t quite stretch to.
Touch the same way i could hold a
little fingertip and fall deeply for skin cell after skin cell
Becoming , beaming, screaming asking
If this water was enough
To hold drop
By drop
into grasp, to measure how much of
Me is missing from however much of you there’s still left to take..
( 7.7 lbs)
Because the yellow butterfly was left hammered into the marrow
Of your head against my chest.
Because the yellowness had fluttered into me needing
A place to embrace myself further into
itself .
Because a moth's wings swimming in this colossal ocean
had only really found its reflection
Once it had baptised itself into it.
How you had only found your breath by bracing yourself from
myself. Screaming -
& there I had found it.
& there
It was human.
