Outlasting Moths

A season of antiquity, the marrow
of a long thigh bone- life gnawed thin
by large grey moths. See how light

continues to stray through
each worm-eaten portal

the exact point at which desire
enters and exits the body

surviving its journey long after
roaring wings of nocturnal insects

have fallen quiet.


Gerry Boyd said...

Perfectly stated. I really love the first sentence of this.

Rachel Phillips said...

Thank you for your comments Gerry!