More Than Just barely a Flutter
Just in case you ever
dare to forget
that final sated flutter ..
Gentle as it
might once have been
against the
rough side of your
now familiar tongue ..
Indeed,
how desperate
it must have then
seemed ..
Most surely futile,
if you ask me,
set like that between
the final gasps
of your very own
lost innocence ..
Just like
some hapless moth,
perchance ..
Unstable and uncertain
why it should,
or when it might
next turn,
to rid itself of those
very flames,
its own scorched
and fragile wings
once inadvertently
fanned ..
Before that is,
a certain realization
eventually dawned
and it occurred to her,
in truth,
she was no phoenix after all