Moth to the flame I touch you under candle light seeking the words I can never say of the ways we wax and wane in the dark Crescents howling for lovers and capricious connections I do not know your sunbeam I never held it close I was doused by sprinklers and stars I haven’t got …
An Arrival
Welcome to Psyche’s Lantern by me, Ilyssa Goldsmith. I am a creator — a writer and poet who explores the nature of the repressed female psy…