Nervous Moonlight

Nervous Moonlight

The moonlight filters through

The amnesia of portraits,

To hint at flesh

Emerging

Against silent windows,

The nervous system's lightning

Strikes

My fingernails scratching the wall,

for wallpaper.

I stare out the windows

At the cobweb boats,

And the swans gliding in the bay,

It is now dawn,

And soon new spiders

Will be born.