Moths should learn to navigate darkness Since they so quickly find light. ~ Adam Zagajewski

Strangers kiss as softly as moths. ~ Michael Ontaadje

[1] I know there is some connection between These two lines and last night, when we Turned in for bed, and you turned to me as Believers turn to the body of a nailed messiah.

Yet it must have been the unseeing dark Covering us both, in which I sunk towards The depths where blue sunlight vanishes, For I failed to see your sounding hand.

[2] Unlearned in the art of navigating, By instinct, by sympathy, by faith, You must have collided against Night’s walls, unused oil lamps, Tables loaded with moldy feasts, Everything but what you sought. What was it you sought? Refuge In my body of embers? Light?

[3] So this morning, our spines greet Each other like adjacent tenement Houses, in whose shadows we must learn To kiss again, as softly and tentatively As strangers, as moths in the dark.