Luna Moth

little steps out from my shell the one I ate and brought me hell I had a hunger in me so I chewed the leaves of your sweet gum, your walnut, and your hickory and you became essential I was suffused with your potential when I define myself I start with you my love became desire and that desire only grew if you were a word you would be always on my lips and you would taste like dark red cherries dressed in your little Freudian slips and I would think about you daily just as I think you now you are the balm that soothes my aching wounds you are the kiss upon my brow the one that never graced my skin because our distance won’t allow you are off to college I am “working on myself” the silk is hardening around my body as it dies a hundred times that zombied state it made me godly now I’m forced to be alive a new body grew from the old one that had withered all this time away from you I have spent begging, undelivered and now I must emerge for if I wait until I’m ready I will never leave this place at least my wings are somewhat steady I adjust these lacy sails so I can fly right back to you I try to smile when you greet me but my mouth it will not move it has not developed and so it cannot consume and it hits me suddenly my love, I will never know the taste of you