You should stand belowas pin oaks drop mistletoe,waiting for a kiss.Your earnest seekingmay be rewarded withmore than Summer heat.
I recline upon the white plastic patiochair below the light.My only suitorsare moths. (Why do you sound likea fortune cookie?)
Through the evening dampDrawing from a distant sky,A single moth comes.He's compelled to flyNot for the love of porchlights;For the flame is you.
maybe we just need a new lightbulb. i hope.
"The moth don't care when he sees the flame/he might get burned, but he's in the game./and once he's in he can't go back"mann
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You should stand below
as pin oaks drop mistletoe,
waiting for a kiss.
Your earnest seeking
may be rewarded with
more than Summer heat.
I recline upon
the white plastic patio
chair below the light.
My only suitors
are moths. (Why do you sound like
a fortune cookie?)
Through the evening damp
Drawing from a distant sky,
A single moth comes.
He's compelled to fly
Not for the love of porchlights;
For the flame is you.
maybe we just need a new lightbulb. i hope.
"The moth don't care when he sees the flame/he might get burned, but he's in the game./and once he's in he can't go back"
mann
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