The Flame And The Moth Poem by Stephen Brian Brady
The Flame And The Moth
the flame drawn to the moth
if it's all pretence
and her flush reflects his glow
and if there came awareness
and her eyes and lips as though
would she treat his nearness
as if it was a dare
impossible to take it in
to be suddenly aware
whatever the attraction
it was far too late to turn
she was spinning in his orbit
all he could do was burn
Sunday, March 2, 2014
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