As Insects

One insect can
be exponentially larger
than another.
This accounts for
the crackling crush
of exoskeleton.

But you,
soft,
covered in fuzz;
are Caked in mud-
an earthy, small dessert.

A moth drops quick,
into soundless web;
But not you-
not fooled by
advances of flight.

We had not moved precisely,
on prawn-like legs,
nor burrowed anywhere.

You, without breeze wings,
shell, exoskeleton;
Your soft body of
long and languid achievement,
born of a cacoon which you'd spun-
from the gold of our love
and a long solitary confinement.