Fly in a café
poem
delights
Fly in a café
- Curious fly
- with your
- thousand
- eyes,
- what is it
- that you see
- in me? Today
- I am your flower
- and you are my bee
- because it seems
- you can’t get
- enough of me.
- Have I forgotten
- to wash
- this and that
- patch of skin?
- Or were you meant
- to light
- the night within?
- I want to crush you
- with my hand.
- I want to map you
- with my words
- and hopeless plans.
- You are Plato’s Ideal
- that which cannot
- be touched.
- Perhaps then
- between you
- and me
- this
- is enough.