My bedside table serves you up like a dish on a platter--
A sight for consumption
With a side of
Guilt that I keep you here. What
If you don’t want to stay? You’ll have to tap on the glass
Loudly enough so I don’t
Look straight ahead and ignore the blurred anterior of
This cage. It’s false.
My false hope for
An endless moment with you at my side
Shatters the glass when I’ve noticed its uncontainable
Passing in front of my eyes is
My greatest fallacy.
I’m a fool, I’m mortal, I’m
Vulnerable with you whenever you float around me.
Fickle is this memory I attain with your face at its center
Light ablaze, flickering so clearly at night like your laughter,
And intoxicatingly warm.
I hope your brilliance carries,
I hope your wings stay strong even
When other winds carry you away to other gardens.
Lovely firefly, I don’t want to imprison you;
I just want your glow to illuminate my hollow face for all of
I don’t want to be