Catching Moths And Butterflies Together! Poem by Mark Heathcote

His muscular moonlit body-
caresses her; warm, milky, skin.
Flex's taut - torn masculinity-
over; every pore therein.

For his embraces, she shivers.
Pining's - searing for petals
whose moth-winged, wing cudgels
dare to break err the watery film.

Oh cocooned, delirium!
Where avalanches, crescendo…
'Join forces in tandem.
Catching moths and butterflies
together - whatnot the day-glow
forever'...