TWILIGHT
Reading edition
I WAIT. I deepen in the room. Fed lions, glowing, congregate In corners, sleep and fade. For whom It may concern I, tawny, wait. Time flowing through the window; day Spilling on the board its bright Last blood. Folding (big, gauzy, gray), A moth sits on the western light. Sits on my heart that, darkened, drips No honey from its punctured core, Yet feeds my hands and feeds my lips. The Moon, the Moon, is at the door!