Coffee with Moths

A Poem by jaime

I just need a little sting
You know the kind….
Like the sting on my lip
when the coffee's too hot
And I like the feeling.

Mainly because….
It only happens once per cup.

I know…
the last drop sits there
And dries out and stains

evaporates
Because I stop trying
To shake, shake, shake it
From the bottom of the cup

Because I decide
Maybe its better
If I cover it up
With something fresher,

exciting.

But then...

the butterflies go away
After so many times
On the same rollercoaster ride.
And there are plenty of moths
In their cocoons
Waiting, waiting to come out
And be almost as good

as butterflies.

They hang out by the light
And they are easy to catch,
And put in a jar
With a stick and enough air…
To stay with me a few days.

Then I let them fly…
Straight back to the light.
In case I change my mind.

© 2008 jaime

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I like the extended metaphor here between the coffee and the moths. IT seems as if the narrator likes to play with the coffee but when it comes to the moths it is more of a reverence for life, yes there is a playful side but there is also fasination with the captive bug. This speaks to the kind of person the narrator is and ultimately the "I" of the poem who is "you." It says that "I" is a thoughtfull and curious person. And I like that the butterflies are let free at the end. I also particularly like the rollercoater line, it conjures up images if butterflies in there crazy loopty-loop flights. Nice Jaime. Cheers J.