Thursday, January 15, 2004

leaving the city of gardens for that of lights, i watch home recede into darkness, glittering midnight of blue lights blinking, winking, twinkling goodbye as i spiral slowly into the stars.

if home was butterfly lights then destination is moth light. strong yellow night-suns burning steadily, interspersed with blank lots of black- water, no electricity?- that set my imagination afire. water, sand, wind, no trees lining the canal but such a delicious prospect unfolding beneath my gaze!

butterfly light, moth light.

we hover too close and fall back in the heat of singed eyelashes and smoking flesh.
burning scar tissue over and over again

moth light, butterfly light.

Mina at 12:39 PM