First Poem in Some Years

My vocabulary
is not large enough
to impress her
She wears words on her sleeve
like a conman wears diamond studded cuff links
(and) i’m not even sure what a cuff link is/does
I cut my sleeves off at the shoulder
and let the bare skin of my forearms do my talking
Pale with irony
dry in eczemas humor
spotted like her leopard skin blouse
you know the one she never tells anyone about
tucked hidden between jars of (____)
behind bullet proof glass
“i adore you”
…
“like light chases moths”
Oh wait, or is it the moth that chase the light?