Eclosure: Imago Moulting (Entrapment: Parenthetical Enjambment)

by Richard Paez

Eclosure: Imago Moulting (Entrapment: Parenthetical Enjambment)

I'm not so cold anymore,
but it's still not summer:
not warm enough to shed this chrysalis,
tear off dead skin,
flex newly hardened wings
and (face newly hardened predators)

I go to bed fully clothed
to keep off the chill,
to sleep with the hope
that thin strips of fabric
will hold me together
when I fall apart at night
and (I fall apart every night)

Every night I reach down
through layers of membrane
to the places you used to touch me
(I think you used to touch me)
where I can hide myself
in your warmth remembered
and (not quire regretted)

I pull at the strings
that make up my knots
knowing that one day
I'll pull the wrong one,
unravel entirely
(all loose ends and frayed edges).


I'm not so cold anymore,
but it's still not summer:
I sleep fully clothed,
and every night
for a few moments
my old wings are just fine:
there are no predators

(and you're still here.)


Author's Note: Yes, I'm talking (among other things) about masturbation.

Posted on 01/25/2010
Copyright © 2023 Richard Paez

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/25/10 at 11:33 PM

Well it's good to know my initial thought(s) weren't off-base...I think I might have felt rather disappointed -but then again, there is much more to this than the "self-gratification" angle -memory versus reality, warm fondness replaced by cold comfort and self-delusion replaced by self-defense. Beautifully executed.

Posted by Ava Blu on 02/01/10 at 08:18 PM

beautiful, as usual from you. I'm so glad you keep posting. You were one of the first people I had the pleasure of reading on here; you've yet to disappoint me.

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