Poetry for Moths

At late it settles in, The feeling of your cold skin. You, pale, reach for my hand. I shake crying, wondering if that's you 6 feet under, and I try but I don't understand. Only Wednesday we last spoke, The cue, For a blossoming friendship that awoke, alive. I keep thinking I could've saved you, Like I saved myself, It'll be a hundred times, reaching for silver tongues on a shelf, You learn to have bled by not bleeding, Stopped pain from not feeding. I'll leave this year, Because it's impossible to stay when the thought of your dead body still lingers near. At night it settles in, When I move my black and white jacket from the rack, It's s hoved at the back of the drawer Because every time I catch it with the corner of my eye It reminds me of your hair and face, more and more. For my writer friend. 11/11/2015 "Are you alright, by the way. Sorry I didn't ask before, I didn't want to pry into your personal life."

04.04.2015 Gregory & Rose Or - Scritti di Lavanda ACT I SCENE i Sicily. Metro train: Borgo – yellow lights – doors close -starts. Slight breathing. Vacuous scenery. Lights flicker. Yellow lights. Metro train – stops: Giuffrida. Earphones. Music. Humming. Girl on floor – dress – tights – jacket – notebook – novel – pen – music. She draws. Guy on seat – trousers – sweater – shirt - collar – phone. He looks. Metro - starts. Brief silence. Flicker. Breathing. Earphone music. Scribble - paper. Click of pen with flicker. He sighs. Observant. He looks. Gregory: Name? No response. She sighs. Scribble. Gregory voice over (in swift whispers): Coffee – lipstick - stain - edge. Cracked acrylic nail polish. Gregory: What are you listening to? No response. Gregory voice over: Split ends. Brown. Gold. Both? Tights – eyes – black. Shoes – eyes – black. Gregory: I’m on holiday here. No re

A fervent sultry X - hasty heart - A shivering hold - plethoric passion - A dicey eve! - only ashen mischiefs… Wanting. Ardour harbour - anticipating the radical arrival, are We? Impressing with - unimpeachable - amusement… Sharing anecdotes at inky hours - Similes to flowers. Wanting. Something. Missing. The first Clasping palm - fastened seal, Salvation and reveal - The thirst. Conditional restraint - You’ve become a regular wait ! Circumvented possibility… A fitting, forlorn , reality… Lingering. The license to dream unsuitably ( may I see It?) Of - fictitious - affinity… Comely at parties, garnering sweet nothings lent -  Ambiguous amity - casual pining, Then letting Myself be lifted again. Rarely -  solitude. Wails, pirouettes, cries, (“whatever I choose”, It’s always the same with You) - Longing. Unlimited epistolary correspondence - A bit precarious, don’t You think? Dashing - briefly - through dro