Met a street poet this weekend & gave the prompt ‘Moth on Fire’ ~ this is the magic that was conjured when we returned a little while later. Thank you Charlie ! @possibly_poet Transcript below~ “A Moth on Fire” Icarus knows my god Longing lost to a lust for an us Our forged fire in the fabric of the flame Untamed, whipped, and wielded To stab its unfurled fist of fingers Into every ounce of atom Slap of flesh In the den of our dance Its breath consumes me And knows I only bow to you