Puriri

Puriri

A puriri moth’s wing
lies light in my hand

my breath can lift it ―

light as this torn wing
we lie on love’s breath.

from Against the Softness of Woman (Caveman Press, 1976), copyright ? Jan Kemp 1976, used by permission of the author

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