(via twinkuru)
a white moth
you wandered into my room
took refuge from
the impending hurricane
you seemed anxious
fluttering
back and forth
and around in circles
exhausting yourself
to a death drop
but you survived
dusted yourself off
as if embarrassed
disappeared for a night
only to return
to say good morning
when i awoke
the storm seemed to be
chasing its tail
beating its wings wildly
just like you
you both knew
the end
was coming
you chose to rest
on my fingertip
brush across my cheekbone
til quietly
you just stopped
was it the warmth
or the brightness
that drew
you to me
me to you
-Elijah Majeski
