Out in the Open

Out in the open

In the pocket of my shirt
a moth lives,
it unstitches and cuts
hollows from thread to thread...
from side to side.
My heart is cold
it is frightened...
it is uncovered.
They call it...
it beats out sighs
it raises the thicket of emotions
and the alchemy,
no longer waits for permission
to feel one more time.