Alien Landscape

Moth.

a comical moth, black from the sun's singe did visit and touch its ink-snow wings upon my lips. thereupon turning it black as sky. with these ash lips i left a print upon your white shoulder.

i know now the pride of Dita Panduka, my red fish friend as she swept her blooming tail into waves, creating currents in a bowl. i know now how much i loved her. though it would pain me so, i would feed her pages upon pages of the books that have brought me life and magic if only it meant she would stay with me forever more.

perhaps then the bubbles that slip out of her proud mouth would pop in air and bring those stories to life. Dita Panduka is something special, she is.

would that the world could flood over with fresh water and everyone grow gills, it would be smashing. Dita Panduka and i will speak the same language of gurgling glittering words and. no one will ever be certain again of the tears others shed. i say this as if they ever were.

would that Dita Panduka could one day turn into a girl. or a boy. with the reddest of red hair blooming under the sun and eyes as black as a sun-singed moth wings. then it would be smashing. he will have a smile, soft and absolute. he will have teeth as sharp as the thorns in my side. he will have a white body with white shoulders.

upon which, a kiss. a mark. from an oblivious moth who asked the sun to come up. nicely. and bringing life, dreams and stories to those who need it.

Posted by NHJ 1/13/2006 11:21:00 am

Friday, January 13, 2006