Moth

Distracted creature,
you come to love
like a moth-
a grey winged yearning
to shake off your dust.

Kissing beats at bulbed glass;
blinking heart, better you had
stayed in the dark

soloing;
eyes tight through a scattering of chairs,
dancing for some light.

Your hands - too small to hold yourself,
we wrap you as best we can,
dedicate nothing to you.