(One night, a butterfly alights and rests on my beer bottle
while I sat nostalgic, having some pilsen. The unusual company
compels me to type these words on my cell phone…)
powdery flaps of brown with white strip –
a winged worm of nocturnal flip;
you (in restful perch), on gaping amber lip
while I (in restless search), on dazing amber trip.
what lure does amber have in keep
that we both are charmed so deep
by its mystic grip?
– September 28, 2003
hairy moth and airy froth
is weary me.
nocturnal and infernal
toxic and gastric.
(c) 2003 Chito L. Aguilar