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In The Moth's Eyes
by Philip F De Pinto
While love is plead in the absolute
As I run a bead on the moot and dusty wing
Seeking absolution in the moth's eyes and thine
I am left to wonder whilst wringing out the grief in kerchief
What level in seas have I risen in so wringing and
What heady conversations are taking place
Far removed from those
Which our ears beheld sacred once
Upon my most favorite bed in all beddom
Whilst thirsty hands were lapping about the consciousness stream in two
Laying fetal beside themselves pleading
Rubbing the lamp in we and releasing the Jinn
And what was long pent and overdue us
The dews of happiness their confluence gathering
About our cheek to cheek
And the loving thread we filed through each punctured dew drop
Fashioned our string of pearls
About which my nape are suspended still
Like Orion and Eros dart at this time o'night
Filing through your heart and out
Which mine would pursue
Whilst snapping the pearl string and
Releasing a bead to run on the moot and dusty wing
To seek absolution in the moth's eyes and thine
While pleading love in the absolute
09/01/2013 Posted on 09/01/2013
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