Our First Night Poem by Robin Bennett

I put on my sad little dress,
the one with the gaping
holes from the
moths tying to
eat me alive.

It's the perfect compliment,
to accentuate my
flood of tears. I'm naked
without them. You always
turn away when I am dry eyed
and bare. I look like a
stranger, you say.

Tired from wiping puddles
of salted water all night,
my eyes cry out
dead red.

No need to hide my
sadness when you
visit. This is how
we met. Remember
our first night?

You spent the entire evening
looking for a rainbow
after the torrential
downpour of my
waterworks.

All you found was
a dim light, with
moths swarming
all around. I cried
at the sad sight
of it all.