The Moth

By luigi_pagano

Tue, 25 Aug 2020
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Fluttering by

the incandescent light

he doesn't see the danger

poor mite.

Mesmerised as he is

by all the dazzle

he's worn to a frazzle

and feeling weak

as he goes round in circles

aquiver with desire

to kiss her glowing cheek.

But he hasn't got a chance

of a lasting romance,

nor of casual flings,

as the intensity of her fire

burns his flapping wings.

 

© Luigi Pagano 

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Romance just isn't fair for the poor moth. sad

Though I like your poem Luigi. smiley

Jenny. xx

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Ah, I like the idea of a moth in love with light and trying to kiss her hot cheek. Lovely. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Glad to hear that you find this to your taste, Rachel. Greatly appreciated, thanks.

Luigi x

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Some people find themselves in the same situation as the moth, Jenny.
For them, romance seems an mpossible dream to achieve but they ought to persevere because, as the saying goes, 'there are plenty more fish in the sea'. wink

Thanks for reading and for your gracious comment,.

Luigi xxi