POETRY
      Jacqui Stewart — 'Biology Lesson'

Remember that summer
the night heavy with moths
stumbling against invisible glass?

On fragile wicker chairs
we sat and creaked,
argued about those wars in Ancient Rome
and whether my eyes were brown
or black like a witch

enchantment
the better to explain
your hand’s sigh upon my breast

And as your lips
windsoft, wondering
brushed cheek and eyes
I watched a moth
hungry for the light,
and sympathized.