White Moth Orchids
Confession is a black horse
stepping out of a summer rainforest
abloom with white moth orchids.
Its eyes, the dark red of venous blood,
gaze long and tenderly on you,
who hold its reins of spider silk.
On a night you want no bananas,
it stands beneath the moon and slowly chews,
leaf by leaf, the alocasia.
At dawn the white orchids fall into the dew;
the jungle wakes, and wakes in you.