Two Moths

by Glen Martin Fitch

I know I see
what others cannot see.
I've spied
the desperate frenzy
in your eyes.
My love is not the drug
that makes you dance.
It's heat and light
that draw you ever near.
But do you see
my yearning to be free?
If you could hear
the fantasies and lies that feed
my deep addiction
to romance
you'd sense
how trapped I am
by my own fear.
Your fate?
To be consumed.
(You long each night
to kiss the flame
the clever glass contains).
My fate?
Abandoned here
with growing fright.
(These portals, clear, reveal,
yet each retains).
At dusk
you fly more frantic
round the light
as I spin slower
trapped between two panes.


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Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."

Last updated August 23, 2011