a poem from our week - following up on Tedd'y suggestion that we each post something written during our week together. Here's mine.

Papillon de Nuit

Your thin silhouette
flickers in the doorway,
a coil of smoke morphing in the shadows.

Your once-eager hands,
then careless as swinging shutters,
shift edgily by your side.

My mouth ached for you once,
your lips mating hungrily with mine
in butterfly kisses.

In a Paris hotel room,
my transformation.
‘Don’t ever fly away’ you said
wrapping me in your legs.

But such dusty beauty is brief.
You wanted only the colours of my wings
and promises of spun silk.

Now you hover at thresholds
in the thrash of the night,
seeking out eternal brightness,
sizzling under naked bulbs.