Datura candelabras

faded petal hue
drips in the gloaming
as datura lights
its white candelabra
for sweet serenade
in lunar basking
sweet nectar sipping
the humble moth's tasking
a laudanum laden cup
offered freely
to ready prisoners
of nocturnal sight
briskly through chilling eve
into the dark eternal night
lacy wings from silky skirts
ravenous fiends from
devilish desserts
pulses skip under
moon laced dreams
who knocks upon the chest
in this tormenting rest
what pours from the cup
the moth savors and beholds
the blood of an ancient god
is what the moth unfolds
in whispers and breaths and awes
the dark softly sings
from datura candelabras