wingless moths

if they met my eyes
entangled hands
quizzical glint
and asked
would you like to know?
lips
unable to part
i'd nod
i'd lay on my back
is there a sea on the ceiling?
and i'd leave after a while
as if a fast motion
could shatter me —glass—
i'd kiss goodbye the door
my brain has escaped my body
what lies ahead needs to be filled
with wingless moths
paint over dust
my honey limbs
will drop when you don't look
this is why
love
i could never let you taste
the nectar in my mouth
these bees sing me to slumber